I love cute monsters
As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance
You want a guarantee, buy a toaster. Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig. Are you feeling lucky punk This is my gun, Clyde! What you have to ask yourself is, do I feel lucky. Well do ya' punk? Are you feeling lucky punk.
When a naked man's chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he's not out collecting for the Red Cross. Well, do you have anything to say for yourself? Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. Are you feeling lucky punk
I don't do drugs. I am drugs.