I paint with the finest fats on the finest trees
I am writing from my candle-lit dungeon, swatting away the rats and roaches.
I am learning to make a website from a computer I have fashioned from my dead cellmate's bionic eye
May this site remain as the last known communiqué between myself and the outerworld.
If the zuccbotsTM find me, tell my son he is a poobrain
-Night Soil from the demon hole 6/6/2066
This is my site for paintings and movies to watch while I paint