Find Me 10 BURGERS!

He's charming

BUT NOT FOR LONG!!!

SIC SEMPER CHARMING!

ALWAYS THUS TO CHARMING!

BONUS ARTICHOKE DIP!

A Sad Thing With a Thing For An Eye

Oh, he got the slip-ons.

Goodwill!

They're just enough shoe to not look completely like rubber-water shoes.

They're 8's! But I'mma squeeze in!

Mission Statement Monster

Tiny Zeppelin

Tiny Zeppelin tell you doom truth.

UltraBoxMan critically wounds Peaceful Floating MegaShark

"I'll rip off your gourd if you're not cool with this."

-UltraBoxMan, alleged defender of good.

The End of the Summer JAM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8t2-rJo5bdw

Not the Sheep, Not the Sheep

No time for that! Make this instead!

What mean?! VERY FAST! Melted in a mention!

Sweet Sweet Tubes

Eh...I'mma have to think about that one...

Foreground Knob

This one I made especially!

I applaud people for getting out of bed every day. Except, there are some people I wish wouldn't get out of bed so I didn't have to be around them. So, instead of applaud,

I acknowledge people who get out of bed.

And the recognition of someone's consciousness as its own individual consciousness as well as part of the collective consciousness, or whatever term you use to describe our awareness of being, that sort of unites us all and teaches us to appreciate the value of life itself above all other things that try to divide and distract us,

is pretty cool I guess.

I applaud that thing I just said.

But sloth beast is comfy.

i'm the KIND of man

Allegometaphorically speaking of course! Time!

No poops in this one. Just continuity like you haven't seen since early May!

The Sheep Leaps Across the Counter Top!

How many poops did I hide in this picture?

Can you find them all?

The Pursuit

That's my couch.

That's my coffee table.

I like these.

Poem Written On a Bus #3

I sing the smell of chinese food!
Sweaty unwashed work t-shirt
Mega-tight dizzy  firework

I contain this time within my mind
baggy, voluminous aluminium
can to be crushed.

I conquer in play
and breathe deep the death in life

Like a rocket shopping cart across vacant parking lots

Like a candy grenade over 87 sugar crusted cracks of desert.

Like swamp man! Man of the swamp!

These budding collections spring

Fountains of cheddar sludge

This rot slide conclusion goes on to betterness!

Lil' Banshee

Little tormented ghost apparition likes to float around and curse my fruit sometimes.

I don't mind.

I just play on my pan-pipes.

MORE TO COME!

Rainbow Road Woah!

(hint hint!) the finger is pointing at the SHEEP!

Poem Written On A Bus #2

Millions of wriggling thoughts burrow
into the stanktastic dirt
of the massive ridges of my brain.

Ravines plunging down to gaping electric nothings.
No room for modesty in the grotesque.

Worms in a crystal pot,
boiling over with sparks of foam,
Maybe the curtains will catch flames
and burn right up the bean stalk.

Now would be a good time to mention that I live in a giant baked bean.

Bring the giant tumbling down to here!
Cook the golden goose and scramble the eggs with cheddar cheese.

The kingdom of clouds becomes a mess and lunch.

I feel larger
and friendly with my own bouncing
pies of inspired mud.

And you should too!

Some Thoughts on Selfishness from a Giant Monster

Destroy what in is your greatest benefit to destroy! Do not destroy for anyone but yourself!

Eat humans because you truly desire to eat humans. Not because you feel you should eat humans.

If you feel that you must wreak havoc for others because you have had others wreak havoc for you, then are you not acting out of guilt? Rampaging in an attempt to alleviate some sort of cosmic debt. And aren't you then just transferring that guilt on to others by recreating the circumstances that brought about your guilt for selfish reasons? The rain of fire and pain must come from within! Pride is not a bad thing!

If feasting upon the infrastructure of cities is beautiful, then it is good. If battling a giant ocean Colossus that rides a tidal wave of wrath is beautiful, then it is good. It does not matter what disembodied morals or rules have to say about it!

All you have are your senses, urges, desires, acid breath, laser vision, and boiling bile spew. The senses are all you can know, to strive for anything higher, anything beyond this finite realm, is to debase yourself the way no hideous creature should.

Everyone, if they can be honest in a moment of solitude, will hear their inner-blood lust. And cram in our ears the carcasses of eels and snails to drown out the voices of descent. 

If you cast but a lone shadow over the skyline of the metropolis you are about to shatter and flatten, be content. If you are in a crowd of ferocious demons, dragons, and monsters that blot out the sun with their multitudes, be content.