A blasphemous, if that's the right word, version of the Bellagio Fountains will be a featured attraction in the New Las Vegas, only instead of pillars of water weaving into the heavens it will be the stink-filled tentacles of smelly octopus-armlike semen-squirters that roil and writhe above the unholy testicles of C'thulhu. Eventually the unholy testicles themselves will rise into view and you will see what comprises the true and valid essence of filth. The balls of the deity of this universe, a universe created by C'thulhu to ejaculate upon and defile for the sole sake of turning beauty into ugliness…these are the balls you will see. And then farther down to the left will rise more tentacle arms filled with semen and then farther down to the right it will again be made manifest until from one end of the horizon to the other, right before your eyes, endless ascensions of upward-shooting curtains of turgid chubbed-up tentacles of C'thulhu jizz will be all that you can see and then shall there thus explode the ichor that they contain, now into the air, and now clopping downward all over you and onto the cement where thousands gather and feel the essence of their creator splashing upon them in erratic splashing envelopment and in disgusting unholy love. Then, when the screaming (which will be yours) stops, the tentacles of disgust will slowly withdraw back down below the surface, and people will fitfully laugh in creeping relief as the splooge that so recently flopped upon them quietly dissolves into the atmosphere like sugar in boiling water and disappears.
All this will be done to music by the way.
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