A romance vessel that unwittingly ventures into the cyclopean horrors of unknowable planes; where Azathoth gnaws hungrily in the dark to the piping of strange flutes at the center of chaos, where Cthulhu waits dreaming at dead R'lyeh, where Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, tears at the eyes of those who gaze upon his form. FEAR HIM WHO CALLS ITS NAME, FOR THIS DAY, THE LOVECRAFT CARRIES YOU!!!
.Ohhh, darling how about this one? The Lovecraft?
.Why yes, dear, that DOES sound romantic!
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
"I'll tell you about punk rock. Punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and, uh... and, uh... heartless manipulators, about music... that takes up the energies, and the bodies, and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds, of young men, who give what they have to it, and give everything they have to it. And it's a... it's a term that's based on contempt; it's a term that's based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism, and, everything that's rotten about rock 'n' roll.
I don't know Johnny Rotten... but I'm sure, I'm sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise... is in fact... the brilliant music of a genius... myself.
And that music is so powerful, that it's quite beyond my control. And, ah... when I'm in the grips of it, I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just, you couldn't feel anything, and you didn't want to either. You know, like that? Do you understand what I'm saying, sir?" - Iggy Pop
Punk Rock killed Punk Rock, and then killed himself.