Dreamers are not what they used to be

In the old days, I could haunt dreams and inspire nightmare visions.

I have been heartened by the results in some cases.

This is not one of them.

Nor are these. (At least this one captures my artistic bent.)

It is good that my secretions are lethal. It takes away the shame of weeping.

(And no, I am not marketing. I'm not THAT evil.)

Today's anxiety: WalMart

You'd think there would be more fear and respect of a deathless demon god and his hellish alien environs.

So how come when I stepped out of my sleeping chamber into the daylight of R'lyeh there was a friggin' WalMart?

Dagon was a greeter.

I hate this realm.

What's a cthulhu to do?

Osama.

Zarkawi.

Tesh.

Shudder.