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“The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled." - H. P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"

"My mind will bear forever the memory of the Pallid Mask."

"They were the blasphemous fish-frogs of the nameless design--living and horrible..." - H.P. Lovecraft, "The Shadow over Innsmouth"

"Have you seen the Yellow Sign?"

"It was called...'The Esoteric Order of Dagon', and was undoubtedly a debased, quasi-pagan thing imported from the East a century before..." - H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow over Innsmouth

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

"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"

Education opens the door to a different world

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.

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

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

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

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

Have you found the Yellow Sign?

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."

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.

"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

"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."

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

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.

"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."

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

"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."

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

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

Have you seen the Yellow Sign?

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

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

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

Zoth-Ommog, a son of Cthulhu

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

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

"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