I've got a good feeling about this bank of mysterious fog moving against the wind to blanket our isolated small town.

People say "you can't put the genie back in the bottle", but the bottle is where the genie lives, they go back in their bottles all the time.
People are thinking of ketchup.
Ketchup is what you can't put back in the bottle.

Toontown in WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT is probably cinema's most successful representation of cosmic horror.
It's a realm of neverending chaos where physics has no rules, everyone and everything rejoices in violent madness, and nothing from there can age or die. A cheerful non-Euclidean nightmare where the buildings and the shadows and the sun itself are all awake and aware and insane.

So Elon Musk's petty suspending of his competitor's Twitter account led to the creation of #JohnMastodon, a typo-based personification of that competitor, an instantly beloved mascot for the service he's trying to throttle.

It's like if Sideshow Bob paid $44 billion to keep stepping on those rakes.