… that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed …
The heart of an artist. (Heartbrush, by Black 3G Raven)
We have our eyes on the stars.
Tibetan Skeleton Dance costume late 19th or early 20th century.
Follow you heart, or use your mind? To balance both requires daring and delicacy.
I know it’s only a cheap comic, but isn’t it creepy?
Pun, trifle,Lovecraftian horror, or fine art? You decide. (The Water, 1563-64, by Giuseppe Arcimbaldo)
The Geisha robot came too close to the Uncanny Valley for most patrons to be comfortable with. (Art by Nick Keller)
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