We end where we start

<< I've already made the blood sacrifice to the Great Old Ones, called upon the Outer Gods and commanded the inner vision of Azathoth to be cast wildly upon it.

 

 

It, having seen my pitiful devotion, wills words that connot be spoken without ending our universe, and demands your eyes upon those pages or the 'Blind Idiot God' will make the black goat speak; unleashing other more transdimensional aberrations than any language or consciousness can conceive. >>

 

"There is no way out!" Screams the mad-man, "but may I know one more thing?" he asks while lowering his axe and standing before you; "Have you ever read Sutter Cane?" He looks through you to the truth that is apparent to all who might witness his rationality. 

Duitifully, he turns the axe around with sublime purpose. He lowers the axe head, opens his eyes as wide as they will open and wispers, "I see you." 

Without hesitation, he splits his face right in two with the axe; lacerating the remainder of his flesh to the cracking, cackling; laughing, sounds of his crushed skull and bones that are the only sounds heard across this darkened lonely street with two alluring strangers watching from a far off distance.