The Rotting Harshness like the fruit of a strange being is an inspiration of the following pieces of art that I produced in a time of confusion. And it was all over in a couple of days when we were all in chains (restrained and in pain) over and over again.

This Piece is called Sleeping Inside My Rock

The cat is black. You see him from his insides. He sees only light and feels only confusion.

This Piece is called Silver Stain

The silver stain from the silver gun. The mess you made will run and run. Fucking Hot Shot!!!!!

This Piece is called Written And Defined In Terms of Purity

We will always be pure. Either purely bland, purely evil or purely free like the below (do you feel the pain in me)

This piece is called Template For a Moral Cowboy (look at his frown)

Brock Face, Frown Face. Call me what you want.

This Piece is called Spinning sea

The spinning sea is free. Feel like this window. See things clearly.