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The horror from outside all that is sane and good
proceeded to gruesomely destroy the small tomatoes.
The thing's tentacles became red as it ripped and shredded
and yet still its worshipers danced on in adoring frenzy.
The chanting rose to a level where I though my eardrums
must burst.

I must have fainted from the sights and sounds of that
awful spectacle, for my next recollection is awakening
here, in the asylum. My doctors speak of a nervous
breakdown, but I know I am not insane. I have seen a
hideous glimpse of that fate which awaits us all when
the dwellers from beyond space and time return to reclaim
this world. I do not think we have long to wait.

"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of
the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid
island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it
was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining
in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the
piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying
vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall
either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace
and safety of a new dark age." - HP Lovecraft

And that includes what you may find in your local grocery store.