Crawling Chaos T-Shirts

"Where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."

"Nyarlathotep...the crawling chaos...I am the last...I will tell the audient void...." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"...the daemon-sultan Azathoth gnaws hungrily in chaos amid pounding and piping and the hellish dancing of the Other Gods, blind, voiceless, tenebrous, and mindless, with their soul and messenger Nyarlathotep." — H. P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." -- H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare. — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

One of H.P. Lovecraft's Nyarlathotep many avatars

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare."

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

"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."

"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"

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"

The Crawling Chaos

"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."

“I see it—coming here—hell-wind—titan blur—black wings—Yog-Sothoth save me—the three-lobed burning eye. . . .” — H. P. Lovecraft, The Haunter of the Dark

"And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished, for the small hours were rent with the screams of nightmare." — H. P. Lovecraft, "Nyarlathotep"