Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for December 24, 2014

Transcript:

How's your love life? Oh, good. I'm seeing this new girl whose face is never unveiled. Her arms and legs bend in both directions so you can't see if she's facing you. She resides on sleeping in an accursed sepulchre luminous with an unknown color. Oh, and this is interesting: I think she's just a body inhabited by a hideous horror birth of some damn akkadian ziggurat. Maybe you should break up? Aw, come on. I bet she melts like any other gal. Literary fun fact: his whole life, Lovecraft thought he was writing romantic comedies