An artist can but interpret the immemorial reaches of ghoulish, unwholesome, stygian blackness to the fullest depths of his secret and sorcerous depravity.
Gospels Dripping Effulgent with Bloodbath Red and Harlequin Green
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. ~ HPL
There are many of you. You are a multitude, a fractured and broken super-being barely funcctioning on a tenth of [...]