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A chronology of my attempts at creative writings, and my attempts to present those to the world at large (ie selling them)
I have been silenced or censored by
-Bluesky
-Mastadon
-Youtube
But you know who hasnt?
Substack. It does allow disgusting content there....but it also allows mine.
"Welcome back, fellow travelers of the weird. Today we're diving into the final three stanzas of the poem 'I, Hastur' - arguably the most dangerous piece in the entire Emerson Portfolio. This is where everything comes together: the Shepherd, the Darkness, and the Yellow King converge in a dance that literally shaped reality itself."
The third stanza reveals the Yellow King's own perspective - speaking in first person about its nature as a living idea, a memetic force that has corrupted civilizations throughout history. Key discussion points:
Analysis: This stanza humanizes the cosmic horror in the most disturbing way possible - showing that even entities of pure corruption can experience genuine emotion, making them more dangerous, not less.
The fourth stanza shifts to the original Hastur - the Count who became the first Yellow King through autogenocide (destroying all alternate versions of himself). Discussion includes:
Listener Warning: Rhombus Ticks himself warned that this section nearly cost him his sanity. The memetic infection is real, folks.
The final stanza presents Scriabin's operatic translation, allegedly from Sanskrit found in Etruscan ruins. This is where we get:
The Core Revelation: The Queen in Blue tamed the Yellow King through a combination of love, strategy, and the deployment of the Ethan Baton bloodline as a "check" against the King's power. She founded a lineage specifically designed to produce someone who could focus the Dreamer's power against the King when needed.
These three stanzas complete the cosmic chess game:
The poem suggests all five faces are aspects of Hastur, operating across different layers of reality simultaneously.
Remember Dr. Bathory's forward: read this material once if you must, but protective rituals are recommended. Rhombus himself became infected and had to journey to Carcosa seeking answers.
As always, stay skeptical, stay safe, and remember - some knowledge comes with a price.
[End theme: discordant strings fading into static]
Episode Notes:
By Emmit Other
There is a king who isnt
Who think he is but wont
Admit it
Cause he is Donnie Dont
He admit guts like Hitler
And has a Cabinet full of Bats
Dude cant keep his underwear
From soiling like the box o cats
His minions are not cute and yellow
But red faced drunk and angry
But totally not SS Hello!
For a guy that needs depends
He uses the Constitution for TP
Rumor on the street is
He has a tiny mushroom peepee
Rumor also lets us know
There is a buncha protests
No Kings No Kings No Kings today
Or know nothing like Jon Snow
The shepherd’s quiet guardianship meets its first true resistance as the ancient dark stirs—and what creeps within it becomes the Unspeakable. The shift is gradual: things “crept into the Darkness / and became something Unspeakable,” until the shepherd realizes the void is awake and fighting back.
The Queen in Blue - Deployed
The clash rips the spirit-realm’s middle lands—especially the Dreamlands—into shreds; the shepherd’s pain echoes across creation, but the Unspeakable suffers more.
The Queen in Blue - Deployed
It isn’t a clean victory; rather, the shepherd barely prevents the Unspeakable from rousing the elder powers “when the stars were not right.”
The Queen in Blue - Deployed
Then the Sign arrives, branding the world in three hues—Black (Unspeakable), White (Shepherd), Yellow (Carcosa)—stabilizing the realm even as it deepens its corruption.
The Queen in Blue - Deployed
The roar of whispers that once promised the Old Ones ebbs to a faint hiss; for a time, balance holds—but only as a war of attrition.
By Emmit Other
Dis is complex
But I willz simplifies
Authority is a spiritual drivers liscence
A church uses to say
How you connect to Gawd
Catholics claim tis Peter
The Rock and Line of Christ
Protestants say its da Bible
You has a direct line to Gawd
Mormons say Gawd waited
1700 years
To reconnect da phone
Cause the True Church needed
Mericuh
Der is an LDS joke
That a deacon
(A 12 year old boy)
Has more Authority
In his little finger
Than da Pope
But last I check
The Pope is condemning Nazis
Dallin H Oaks?
Crickets
And the prophet before him
So do you believe Gawd loves nazis
Or maybe
Just maybe
Jospeph Smith
Was lying
In this opening stanza, the story pulls us back to a primordial time—before the moon cast its shadow, before Carcosa, even before humanity’s discovery of fire. We meet the figure who would become known as the First Shepherd, a good man who loved his sheep so deeply that their bond transcended the physical. Together they dreamed, and in those dreams, he stood guard.
When nightmares threatened his flock, he discovered fire—not as a tool for cooking or hunting, but as a weapon of protection. Fire here is cast not as mankind’s first technology, but as a spiritual gift: a beacon to guard innocence against the darkness. This act transforms him from a simple caretaker into a mythic figure. The stanza closes on a warning—fire protects, but fire also burns. Its power is double-edged, foreshadowing the ambivalence of every gift that comes from beyond