A TRUE SPORTSMAN

Your humble servant happens to be a sporting man. I have even been known to give my quarry a head start in certain cases.  As a sporting man, I admire true athleticism: Men who can stand toe to toe with danger, push themselves to their full physical capacity, and transcend the limitations of their own bodies.

There is no athlete I admire more than the celebrated grappler, Doink the Clown.  He is, in my humble estimation, everything that a sportsman, a clown, and a menace to society should be.

I salute thee, Brother Doink.  I salute thee. 

EVERYTHING IS KILLUMINATED

Greetings, my cultish caravan!

I am a man of few passions. Those passions are terrorizing the helpless, classic country, and illuminated manuscripts. The image below happens to be one of my Killuminations:

Note the graceful hands, the regal countenances, the severed head and eyeball.  Needless to say, I am very pleased with myself. 

Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!

I am but a simple clown, who loves the world and the beauty it possesses. Sweet innocence shall shimmer forever. This I promise.

Sweet innocence shall shimmer forever.