Bird dubs
Lotsa those in Massachusetts, not many in Maine.
Bad things happen in Maine, maybe it’s the Massholes doings.
The Kraken
Alfred Lord Tennyson - 1809-1892
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
The Old Ones are wicked pissy before coffee and hate being lowballed for their trinkets, gotta give em a minute.