UNSPEAKABLE NAMED THROBBING MASS, PUSTULED AND BETENTACLED CLOT OF RUTTED FLESH AND GNASHING MAWS KNOWN AS DAEMON-SULTAN, THE BLIND IDIOT GOD RESTS - LULLED BY DISTANT SAVAGE DRUM AND THIN WHINING FROM GODLY WOODWIND. AS THRONGS OF ALIEN SENSUALITY DANCE AROUND HIM IN NEVER-ENDING CIRCUMFERENCE FOR HIS UNCONSCIOUS PLEASURE, SWEAT BEADS FROM THE HEADS OF THE SULTAN'S ALIENIGENATE BAND - AS SOUR NOTE OR ILL-TIMED THUD WOULD ROUSE HIS INFINITE POWER, AND MINUSCULE INTELLECT, BENT ONLY FOR DESTRUCTION!
HIS WAKING WOULD CHASE WONDER AND DREAM FROM THE MINDS OF MAN AND BEAST, STRIP WORLDS OF THEIR MANTLE OF BEAUTY, GAG POETS FROM PONTIFICATING PHANTASM - LEAVING EVERYTHING AS DRY AND BEREFT AS YOUR NARRATOR'S HUMBLE DEN. EVERYTHING KEPT IN BALANCE FROM ENDLESS ARTFUL LABOR, WHEN OBSERVING HIS HEART OF THE VOID - REMEMBER NEVER TO SPEAK THE NAME OF AZATHOTH!
