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Echoed by me.

And perhaps echo is the operative word.

Sounds like someone after my own heart. ;) Welcome, too.

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Thank you! :)

The title of this thread now puts this (from Alice's Adventures) into my mind:

"Who are You?" said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I --- I hardly know, Sir, just at present --- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then."

"What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar, sternly. "Explain yourself!"

"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir," said Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see."

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An intro?
Why not
this is the end

I am a hard core horror fan from croatia (an ex. yugoslavian republic).
I've been reading, watching, listening and imagining horrors as long as I dream.
Why and how, you shall find out by reading my posts, which should be seen as pieces of puzzle and taken into a larger picture.
It will, however, be false - an illusion if you wish, for words are weak and deceiving.
And I am a deceiver, just like all of you
this is the beginning

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Hello everyone!
I don’t want to go into obvious aspects of my life, so I will try to be concise.
We have always lived in a web. I like my sister Arachnicia, our four-eyed friend Mr Spinner and the moth we have recently managed to catch. Everyone else in my neighbourhood has already been consumed.
It was just a few days after my third moulting when I fell in love with weird fiction. The first story I read by HPL was The Outsider and I liked it because it reminded me of my spiderlinghood years, especially of the night when, for the first time, I crawled out of my nest. This discovery inspired me to become a writer – an ambition, which I later abandoned, as soon as I realized that spinning yarns was not my true vocation. After spending a major part of my life on repetitive tasks, I got employed as a messenger-boy by a big corporation. To its detriment and thanks to one of the missions I was asked to complete, I discovered the horror stories of Thomas Ligotti on this very site.

My favourite writers include: Thomas Ligotti, Hanns Heinz Ewers, Jeremias Gotthelf, M. R. James, H. G. Wells, Patrick McGrath, William Hope Hodgson, Shirley Jackson and Guy N. Smith.

Sincerely yours,
Slurp Spider

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Welcome to TLO, Slurp Spider.
I enjoy some of the same authors as you do. Ewers's Sorcerer's Apprentice and his short story "The Spider" and Gotthelf's Black Spider is and excellent novel. I like Wells's "The Country of the Blind" and "The Valley of the Spiders" ....and McGrath's novel Spid.... Hmmmm. The creatures in the Ash-tree....Are giant crabs considered spiders of the sea?

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Welcome, Slurp Spider. Hope you enjoy your stay.

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Thank you, TLO member, bendk.
I’m glad you also delight in reading some of these writers.
You are right. My soft spots are often arachnocentic and monothematic. Everyone likes to read literature which to some extend reflects their own selves. I like Thomas Ligotti because his stories are non-anthropocentric.
I still haven’t read M. R. James’ famous ash tree story, but I’ve read his Canon Alberic's Scrap-book and enjoyed it immensely.

My admiration for these giant crabs comes from my father. When I was little he used to show me the covers of Smith’s books and tell me that if I am obedient and eat a lot of small insects I will grow as huge and strong as those creatures. This was one of many such lies he used to tell me to keep me happy and protect me from the misery of this world.

Now the only way I can dull my pain is by slurping my own venom.

Best Regards,
Slurp Spider

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Welcome al_Alamm and Slurp Spider.

Someone told me that slurp spiders were bots (or was it that their bots should be spanked? - sometimes it's hard to remember ;)).

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Who am I?

Right this minute, I'm a dude in front of his laptop. In a few minutes, I'll be a dude walking his dog. Just before now, I was a dude cleaning up his kitchen.

I'm fairly well versed in occult and esoteric subjects, and am sick to death of them. The original reasoning for my studies in these areas had been pragmatic: simply, I didn't want to play the game of Life until I'd read the rule book, checked out the stakes for the winners and losers, and found the cheat codes that would make my victory that much easier.

Unfortunately, my hunt for the Big Answers in life have put the Big Questions on my trail, and now they are constantly turning up, running me down and mocking me in the streets. Forbidden knowledge indeed, Mr. Ligotti...

Still, my doors of perception are opened and I'll be damned if I can get them shut, so I'm just doing my best to host a good party as more and more perceptions come shambling through said doors and onto the dance floor of my psyche.

I'm 27, and about to go back to school and complete my degree (law). Music and writing are my preferred methods of expression when something more than oratory is required. I read good books, and bad ones. Tool is my favorite band, followed closely by The Beatles and Wilco. I like to play video games.

I hooked up with this community because I really enjoy and respect Mr. Ligotti's work. They always challenge and inspire me, and sometimes they provide me with a true and terrible sense of resonance, as though he has captured the essence of The Void in his stories. And I'm not talking "the void" as a dreadful, ambiguous literary device: I'm talking The Void, the place and experience, in all its unmaking, chaotic, nightmarish power.

His stuff is like a flu shot for me, strengthening my system by exposing it to the very thing that seeks to destroy it. His stories can give me psychedelic hangovers for days, but I feel a real sense of comfort knowing he's out there, catching Choronzon by the tail and locking it into these stories.

Looking forward to meeting you folks, and I hope to one day have a chat with the man himself.