Okay, I knocked this out in a couple of hours after the internet shenanigans of last night. If I had posted this five minutes later, it wouldn’t be funny anymore because everyone would have already forgotten about The Dress thingy. So, here’s an adaptation of H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Colour Out of Space” from the September, 1927 issue of Amazing Stories.  


Carry On My Wayward Son

Once i rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But i flew too high
Though my eyes could see i still was a blind man
Though my mind could think i still was a mad man
I hear the voices when i’m dreaming
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more