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This is what I tell myself. That if it ever happens, if it’s ever more than just me in this room alone, then it will be huge, it will be, but that right now it’s just… invisible.



But I need to go to the Piggly Wiggly…


This one reminds me of that One Headlight song, if it wasn’t performed by someone who was only famous because their dad was famous.


Try as hard as you want to, you can’t make something soft and delicious last for ever. PLEASE KEEP TRYING.


Hate thrusters engage.


No, you wear weird clothes to go around and tell the neighbors that you’re a child rapist. I just try and make things FUN.


All the while, we do it doggystyle.


I figure I can get famous and make a buck and get a ride, all at the same time. Nice, right?


Sometimes a lie can be as good as the truth and sometimes the truth just hurts.  LIE.


This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion. Oh yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Captain Kitty Mittens. He’s six months old, with a cute little kitty face. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking emo thoughts, because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge. This is the Emo Zone.