I hate jellyfish. (And not just because I have a phobia) To all whom like jellyfish: ¿why? ¿How doth thou find thyself blind to the horrors? ¿You gaze upon a manifest of evil, and see beauty? Nae, you hath been dazzled by its fatal allure; you reach out for the aquarium glass, as if you wish to find yourself inescapably stung within its frizzy tendrils of death. You display it upon your walls, upon your body, as if its vile form is the work of nature. It is no work of nature. No evolution nor random mutation could bring such a horrid abomination to this realm; eldritch — unaging, undying, no cutting nor crushing nor piercing will reduce its stinging fury. It is not of this realm, it is alien even to those of the hadopelagic depths. Blinder than them you must be to see anything but abhorrence, rife with horror.
