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I like my coffee like my magic: black, with a bit of cream and sugar.

Education opens the door to a different world

"Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods."

That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange aeons even death may die.

“I see it--coming here--hell-wind--titan blur--black wings--Yog-Sothoth save me--the three-lobed burning eye....”

"Long shall be your suffering. Joyous be your pain." --Asteroth, Daemon Prince of Slaanesh

"...the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now." - Robert W. Chambers, The Yellow Sign

If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing.

Ex Ignorantia Ad Sapientiam; Ex Luce Ad Tenebras (Out of ignorance into wisdom; Out of light into darkness)

"You saw the thing that walked on the wind? Then He will return for you, for none can see Him and escape."

"It was called, she said, 'The Esoteric Order of Dagon', and was undoubtedly a debased, quasi-pagan thing imported from the East a century before, at a time when the Innsmouth fisheries seemed to be going barren." - H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

"There are horrors beyond life's edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while man's evil prying calls them just within our range." - H. P. Lovecraft

There flapped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things... not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor decomposed human beings, but something I cannot and must not recall.

"The daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods."

"The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen."

"They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless design--living and horrible--and as I saw them I knew also of what that humped, tiaraed priest in the black church basement had so fearsomely reminded me." - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Shadow over Innsmouth"

“Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate.” - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Dunwich Horror"

“...black wings--Yog-Sothoth save me--the three-lobed burning eye....” -- H. P. Lovecraft, "The Ghost of the Dark"

"You shall know Tsathoggua by his great girth and his batlike furriness and the look of a sleepy black toad which he has eternally. He will rise not from his place, even in the ravening of hunger, but will wait in divine slothfulness for the sacrifice."

"Those churches were very odd - all violently disavowed by their respective denominations elsewhere, and apparently using the queerest kind of ceremonials and clerical vestments. Their creeds were heterodox and mysterious, involving hints of certain marvelous transformations leading to bodily immortality - of a sort - on this earth." -- HP Lovecraft, "The Shadow Over Innsmouth"

"What his fate would be, he did not know; but he felt that he was held for the coming of that frightful soul and messenger of infinity’s Other Gods, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep."

Have you seen the Yellow Sign?

Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

When you're lost in Carcosa and hunger strikes, there's only one place to go!

Zoth-Ommog, a son of Cthulhu

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!

"I like coffee exceedingly." - H. P. Lovecraft

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They have trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread.

"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"...the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now."

"And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer."

"Some of the Whateleys and Bishops still send their eldest sons to Harvard and Miskatonic, though those sons seldom return to the mouldering gambrel roofs under which they and their ancestors were born."

"It was the Yuletide, that men call Christmas though they know in their hearts it is older than Bethlehem and Babylon, older than Memphis and mankind." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Festival"