Thanks For Noticing. I Will Fix It With Time. Stop Crying.

A former piece, "Clearly, We Haven't Learned Anything," is currently under construction. While I typically don't fix my creations after they have been published, I have received some advice that I simply cannot ignore. Better yet, the advice I received is from one of the people in the pictures! Can you guess who it was?

That's right. Kevin Nash. We're like best friends.

I will make an exception. You can expect the newer, stronger version of "Clearly, We Haven't Learned Anything" sometime next week. I would create it now, but it's getting late. I would create it tomorrow, but I must leave for Chattanooga to waste the New Year Celebrations. Sometime next week. I'm getting to it. Hold on, faithfuls (NO YOU'RE NOT BECAUSE NOBODY LIKES THE FACTORY BECAUSE IT'S JUST A BUNCH OF STUPID PICTURES I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO LIKE CHECK MYSPACE AND MAKE STUPID RUN ON SENTENCES).

Separate your sentences. Capitalize the names. Speak English.

KB-311 Will Show You The Pathway To True Art And A Fortune, Both Rife With Corruption And Imperfection

Curse Technology And All Of Its Misuses

I Have Bad Handwriting

I'm really sorry about the quality of the handwriting in the pictures. It's so hard to write things with the mouse. Really, I mean it. Sorry. You can click on the picture and it zooms in, so that could help with the reading process. I will try to convey my message sin escribiendo from now on.

Horae Apocalypticae: The Unholy Harvest For The Unheard-of Reason (Sources Cited)

-BIBLIOGRAPHY-

http://www.historicist.com/horae.htm Horae Apocalypticae (Hours With The Apocalypse), by E. B. Elliot (1793-1875).

Youthanasia, Megadeth, released November 1, 1994.

(cover of Youthanasia)

"We Have Discovered The Reason For Humanity's Decay! We Can Finally Conquer Death! Wait...Nevermind...We Have Found Nothing...I Have Lied To You."

Taking over Today, with Matt and Meredith.

"I Just Calls Em As I Sees Em," Saith The Fruit Fly

A Newfound Frustration (Nothing Makes Sense Anymore)

This one is big.

Repentence For The Darkness Of The Previous Instances: The Stashicorn, The Moustashios, And The John Goodman With A Moustache

NOTE: "Moustache" must be spelled incorrectly for the first two pieces of this picture to ensure smooth, easy reading. The spelling has been changed to "moustash."

Mankind Cannot Be Trusted. We Will Escape Our Planet In A Different State Than Our Beginning, When We Were Imbued.

Where Did We Go Wrong?

What's This? Has The Murderer Truly Blessed Us With A Twofold Imbuing? Praise Be To All That Is Evil!

There Are No Encouraging Words For This Particular Predicament. The Current Status Of The Imbued Is Unknown At The Time Of Writing.

Best Wishes For The Following Generation Of Imbued Peoples

Do Not Panic. To Be Honest, We All Knew The Imbued Would Perish Eventually. Do Not Panic.

Wait And Hope For The Best. The Future Rests In The Hands Of The Imbued.

The Imbuing

One Must Look Straight Into The Light And Endure The Little Spots On The Eyes If He Wishes To Be Wise.

Those We Don't Speak Of Are Here To Make A Difference In Tennessee

Rhinoplasty Via Repellent

I wouldn't let me down.

It's Been A While, No?

It's been a really long time since I put a picture up, and I'm really sorry, but no one even cares because NOBODY COMES HERE OH MAN. At least I have the intention of putting something up. And I'm not at home right now. I'm at a different place, using a different computer, doing a different thing. Megan says Hi.

The Cause Of This Massive Stroke Is Actually Known

Mutual Agreement: White > Black (Noticing The Surroundings, Giving Back To Society, Being A Good Steward)

Since I've gathered such a following of people here at The Factory (rrrrright...), I need all of my regular viewers (rrrrright...) to do me a favor. I hate to be so asking, but you don't have anything to do, or else you wouldn't be here anyway. Leave this place and go to this one. Someone I "know" made this website where he writes things, "blogs" things, does things, etc. However, it looks like it's just getting started, and it will one day hope to be as great and mighty as The Factory (rrrrright...). I could try to sum up what it is in a paragraph or two, but I choose not to because you need to look and experience rather than have someone you don't know explain their opinions on it. www.lorenwade.com Yes, that's right...COM. It's not a "blog," it's not a "space," it's not any of that lame stuff. This is a full-fledged costs money website, and you should go look at it. It won't hurt. I would never link you to something you don't want to see. You know me better than that. That picture I painted is just sort of there...it does have something to do with the website I am talking about, but I can't say what part. THAT'S UP TO YOU TO FIND OUT. www.lorenwade.com

Some Things Are Best Left Unsaid; Keep Your Jeers To Yourself, Or Feel The Wrath Of The Siamese Army

"Show Me Thy Gain!" "Sir, I've No Gain To Speak Of." "Then What Is Your Reasoning? Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires."

Meet, Greet, "Defeat"

A Misunderstood Art Style?

The Factory has its own style. Its own STYLE. It is not run together, it is not lazily thrown around, it is not a random assortment of pictures. It IS, however, its own art style. I can understand how one would not appreciate the style of The Factory, but I happen to know that it isn't "bad." It's "different." It's "odd." But it is not "awful" or "inferior to The Giggle House." The Giggle House has an art style. It's different than the one you will see used here, but it has an art style. Some people are going to like that one better; some people will prefer The Factory. But don't you dare make assumptions like the ones I have heard today. Look at this project with an open mind. Not everything has to look clean and eloquent.

Two wordy entries in such a short time period? I'm sorry; I hate these things just as much as you do, but this really had to be said.

Save The Irony Chat For Another Date. We Have A Situation On Our Hands. No One Tries Anymore (But They Do Regret).

It Happened Again

But why? I swear I knew I wouldn't hit another bump on the road to completing this "blog," but I certainly did. I don't see any way I can ever finish the series I began so long ago, so don't expect me to. The series is over. There is no more. Everything looked good, but it has all turned sour, and I cannot complete it. If there are any more pictures, they are completely unrelated to the Ionic Compound series I had going on before. I'm sorry it had to come to this. I can't say it won't happen again, but I can say that I will do all in my power to prevent it from occuring.

Commerce In Reverse; A Life Wasted

This is NOT the third entry in the series I began so long ago (I've decided to call it the Ionic Compound). I can't seem to find the notebook that had the ideas for the rest of the Ionic Compound, but I have a good idea of where it may be, so I should be making the next chapter in that series soon. I'm sorry for the drought between this entry and the last. I won't let it happen again.

Misconception

Scene two: Misconception.

Conception

I'm creating another series of pictures, this time comprised of five entries. This is the first of five, entitled, "Conception." I hope you enjoy it.

One Bag Of Gold And An Identity For A New Scar On My Face And A Brand New Disease. Check Please?

The Next Evolutionary Step Can Be Avoided By Proper Education

Pictures of dead children does not mean proper.

The War Has Victims Comprised Of Prophets, Legendaries, And Genuises (Mortality Rate: Skyrocketing)

Combat The Almighty Catch Phrases (Holy Fire, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Baby, Holy, Holy Fire, Uh Huh)

Big thanks to Jeremy Camp. SO INSPIRING.

Pain Of Others = Profit For Me

HINT: Gravity brings things closer to the earth.

Nuke For The Sake Of Nuking. Fix For The Sake Of Fixing. Pick, Spit, Yell, And Eat For The Sake Of Safe-Keeping.

There is nothing to search for.

The End Of Life Can Mean Little To Those Who Cover Their Eyes With The Blood Of The Innocent (The Parabola Of Deception Sweeps In). Wipe Your Face.

Certain, Specific Joys (And One Large Waste Of A Life)

The Old Man Is Undeserving Of Your Work. Keep Your Bounty In Your Favor; OR, What Has The Troll Done Other Than Lie?

Into The Court, Past The Crypt, Among The Creation, And Ignoring The Carnage...

What A Gaze Depravity Places On The Hearts Of The Foolish! (Utilize The Blade Or Never Return)

Science Has Created An Eternal Legacy. One That All Of Us Can Enjoy. Praise Science.

CLUTTER.

Trading Gold For Spilt Blood?

The Flipside And Underbelly

The Current Side And Appearance

Family Matters

I Have Always Known The Meaning. It Is Now In My View: Dead Center, With No Interruptions (Unfortunate Screamer)

"How quaint! How disturbed! How disgusting! How vile!"

The Factory: The History

Not as big or as interesting as the other one, but it's ok because you ain't reading this.

The Factory
The Factory definitely takes a different route to artistical genius than The Giggle House. With its pasted photograph styled pictures being there from the start, The Factory has not changed the main focus much. While The Giggle House has gone through several monumental evolutions, The Factory (for the most part) strives to stay the same and keep the basic format for all pieces alike. Praise this ideal or not, that's the way it is, and it certainly isn't changing.

The Past
While the beginning month of The Factory's existence has been erased from all computer memory, the pictures weren't much of a high point. This was the beginning, and the author was just breaking into the art, finding his footing. "Picking Nice Posies" and "He Is Feeling Sickly" were crude, run-together drawings that held no value. It wasn't until "My Heavens, You Are Quite The Ugly Child, But I'm Glad That I Can Use You As A Skateboard Ramp" that the meanings began to manifest themselves. Pictures continued increasing in symbolism while keeping the cute sensibilities the same for every entry. The War happened somewhere in these beginning stages, but they are now lost forever. The earliest entry you will find happened in January of this year, on the fifth. Entitled "The Children With Cowboy Boots For Bottom Sections Are Escaping, And The Fat Lady With The Ugly Flowers Is Not Happy, Although She Looks It," the picture was somewhat deep in its message, but still cute as pie. However, this picture caused a bit of controversy (that should never have occured) because of the somewhat convoluted style of the picture. The root of the problem was mainly the children. The simple, easy to understand fact that they didn't have feet or legs, but cowboy boots, never sunk in to some people. When drawing the fat lady in the bottom corner, the face came out happy, but it was meant to be sad. Never one to touch things up, the face was left the way it was born. She looked glad, but she wasn't. Is it that hard to understand? Next came "Tamborellis VS. Goldbergs Set Up Against A Beautifully Baby Portrait." This picture was pretty basic, but still the most extremely pronounced picture that The Factory had seen yet. Following a few advertisements and notices, "Babies Learning To Become The Archetype" was plagued onto the earth. This horrible, awful misdeed was created with a somewhat good intent. The original idea was a humorous, almost caricature picture of Becoming The Archetype, a metal band with very tough looking members, but their bodies replaced with those of tiny babies. The result was far more horrible than anything I could ever have imagined. Strange floating objects appeared that were not in the original post. The picture would turn to a crappy brown color when told to turn red. The mess was still posted for all to see, but it probably shouldn't have been. Regardless, it still stands as a warning to anyone trying to break out into this art. If you want to paint pictures and get a good idea, there's no telling how it will come to pass.

The Death Of The Factory
The Factory was recovering slowly from the aftermath of the last entry, and things were looking bad. Then, out of nowhere, huge technical problems arose and threatened the life of The Factory. The future of The Factory all rested on the shoulders of a single entry, and the entry could not be posted due to the insane problems presented by this technical glitch. The Factory announced its demise to the world and hung up its paintbrush, magazines, and mind, never to be used again.

The Resurrection Of The Factory
For three days, nothing came out of The Factory. All pictures had ceased production, and The Factory was almost forgotten by the author. On this third day, the author grew curious and tried one last time to post the picture, and to everyone's surprise, it worked! The Factory was back in business, and things were going to be different. The rebirth of the website brought about a monumental change in the focus of the pictures, but kept the basic form the same. After the great entry made it in ("Let Us, You And I, Kill This Beast Before It Takes Any More Of Us. May No More Colors Be Brought Up From The Pit."), a format for a few more pictures down the road was invented. Entitled "The Machine Of The Factory-Style," this format would be repeated in several pictures placed later in the tapestry of time. Next came "I Would Understand, Except The Way You Refuse To Even Glance At Certain Things Other People Care About Omits Grievances," a brilliant way to usher in the second chapter of The Factory's existence. Following a few strong entries of the same style came a long lost picture that I don't even remember the name of. It is gone forever, and "You Totally Missed It" is the only memory left. "Well, Of Course I Always Had Hope. I Just Never Thought It Would Materialize So Fashionably" used the The Machine Of The Factory-Style to express a victory of sorts. Soon after came a very personal message called "An Everyday Episode Begins Again, But Is It Actually As Entertaining As You Make It Appear To Be?". This piece dealt with things far too complicated for some people to understand, but it can be interpreted in a myriad of ways. The same can be said for, "Get Out Of The Way. You Serve Me No Purpose." "Kill The Lights," however, was much more of a political piece, something The Factory had only touched on in "This Might Happen Every Day In Sudan." Pictures continued to be birthed in the same manner. "Get Out Of Line. It's Your Only Escape." took up the The Machine Of The Factory-Style and gave it a swift kick in the rear. Now a much darker feel had come upon The Factory. While "You Are Not Wanted, Nor Needed. Not A VIP Style, But Leave Anyway." was blatantly pink in the face of darkness, this was only a precursor to the vile, bitter message presented in "He Was Right! You Need To Be Stolen!" The picture came with a few interesting and related quotes from famous sayers. After this came "Bow Before The Answer To Thine Problems," a pretty basic piece that was originally meant to be used in a The Machine Of The Factory-Style, but that fell apart towards the closing of its creation. Later, The Factory took an even darker turn with "History Repeats Itself And Cracks Into Shards," a darker portrait speaking of the evils presented with abortion. But nothing could prepare anyone for the extremely layered message presented in a three (four) part series entitled, "The Absence Of Clarity." A series of entries all related by a common story was something that had never been attempted before. The message somewhat went hand in hand with "He Was Right! You Need To Be Stolen!", but this was still an entirely different concept on its own. While a fourth follow up entry was placed in, it was short-lived and mostly forgotten.

The Future
The Factory looks to continue its hard hitting truths about life, spirituality, politics, and whatever else through these simple pictures. The Factory has had some close calls and missteps, but all has worked out for the best.

A Day That Will Live In Infamy

NOT a mockery of September 11. Look.

"Well, You Know, We Do What We Can," Saith Lady Liberty

This was most likely horribly distorted and bigger than it needed to be, but that's ok because it wasn't my fault. Happy Independence Day. I give you a simple collage with a simple message. Happy Independence Day.

There's No Telling How Late We're Going To Be

I'm so sorry, readers. Yeah right.

We Are A Day Late

We are a day late in the history of The Factory publications. We're sorry. We just realized we've been speaking of ourselves plurally. I am one person.

An Analytical Look Into The Giggle House

The Giggle House and The Factory, while two different domains, share a lot in common. I, for some reason, felt a need to express the similarites and contradictions shown by these two abstract, yet still meaningful works of art. Expect a profile of The Factory done by tomorrow night, all of you faithful readers.

The Giggle House
The Giggle House was where all of this began. This was the starting point for the continuing saga shown by these sister websites. The Giggle House is about to celebrate its one-year birthday in this month of July, on this date of the eighteenth. It was created by The Giggleman as a fun outlet to paint pictures and show to anyone who would care to see, but it has since conception evolved into so much more.

The Past
If you were to take a step back in time and view the very first posts in The Giggle House (July 2005), you would see cute, humorous pictures detailing people, fruit, animals, or whatever came to the author's mind at the moment. The trademark of these two websites, the over-pronounced cheeks, saw its first appearance in the first post ever, entitled "Mary Had A Little Lamb." This is, as of today, the only picture in the entire library of posts based on a specific story told through the caption above the picture. This is the only main significance of this portrait. The Giggle House continued in pictures like this for quite some time, right up until September 13, 2005, when it saw its first non-Microsoft Paint entry. "Cardboard Memories" has since been forgotten, as with all of the pictures that haven't been made recently because no one ever comes to these two websites no matter how much work is put into them. The hand-drawn picture approach returned just four days later, in "A Man." These two are significant in the evolution of The Giggle House because they represent something that had never been done before, and are the true symbol of key innovations. The Giggle House continued plowing its way along with the most upbeat of pictures, until one fateful day. The date was October 30. On this day, the most controversial of all pictures ever created in these two domains was created and entitled "Marriage." It wasn't meant to be controversial. The picture displayed a normal, heterosexual marriage taking place quite peacefully. However, liberal forces raged on a certain Internet forum, stating that the picture was too closeminded and didn't include a homosexual marriage (true story). To this day, it lives on as the most feared and upsetting post in all of The Giggle House history. November of 2005 was a very scarce month for The Giggle House, with only three pictures being completed. However, December would carry on with one of the highest post counts in all of history. A record twenty-one shots were produced during this month. It was in this fruitful period that The War took place. The War was thought up initially by myself. My intentions were for The War to be a little competition between these two canvases. Both websites would produce a picture for five days. The readers would then vote on which picture they thought was better. All of this fell through quickly, however, as not one vote was taken in during the entire span of The War. It was so disheartening that I fell behind in my attempts and eventually dropped out of the race at the last minute. The War was deemed a draw, and was soon forgotten and brushed off, never to be spoken of again. After such a bountiful month, January 2006 was doomed to failure, with "Toilets Are Fun" being the only entry The Giggle House would see. Moving into February, The Giggleman bought many CDs full of beautiful music, and simply felt obliged to share it with the common people through the entry, "Blessed Music." Then something remarkable happened. Following another typical entry, The Giggleman took a note from MoomsyMarv and began using real-life pictures from an image search and incorporating them into the tapestry of The Giggleman's very specific brand of art. This technique was used liberally and has since become a staple of The Giggle House pictures. "Baby's Head (A Story Of Tigers)" lives on as the picture that shook the industry and left it dead in the supermarket with a baby halfway down its throat. This basic concept was expanded upon in "An Utterance Of Thought," which is, to this day, one of the most popular posts ever created. The artful use of shading and perfecting, the almost allegorical meanings and symbolisms, and the somewhat dark subject matter all attracted a whopping total of 10 comments. The result was a beautifully frightening and symbolic work of art that garnered interest like The Giggle House had never seen before. Soon after "An Utterance Of Thought" came "Lost At Sea," a very surreal take on a once simple, beloved photograph. The dramatic change in mood between these two pictures (and the rest of the project before them) is a large part of what made them unique. These were ideas never seen before. Gone were the dinky little drawings having little to no meaning. Instead, we were presented with the surreal, the beautiful, the dark, and the meaningful. This style was carried on into "The Longing," but then we saw true precision when The Giggleman took the true-to-life picture meshing and mixed it with the light, humorous, and odd pictures from the website's infancy to create "A Face Only A Mother Could Love," soon followed by a sequel, "That Poor Mother." Continuing on, The Giggleman used a bit of the older style to convey thought for a little while, but this was only a buildup to what would soon change the face of The Giggle House forever. Enter "She Is Watching." Quite possibly the most horrific of all posts, this took the common baby theme and spliced it with pure terrifying imagery to create the first (and as of now, only) picture that required a disclaimer to point out that the picture was, in fact, not satanic. Soon after, a truly forgotten piece of work was displayed. Entitled, "A Dance With Death," this rare, rare picture displayed the planet earth encircled by black widows. However, the picture was quickly erased from The Giggle House forever and replaced with the light "Sibling Rivalry."

The Present And Future
"To Bleed As Truth" began the second chapter of The Giggle House's storied existence. This heavily symbolic picture kickstarted what The Giggle House would become today; a place with dark, disturbing imagery, but with a glimmer of hope and a truly important message to society. This descent into questionable territory can best be seen in pictures like "We Love To Breathe In The Shadows" and "These Mortal Bones." While the hope still shines profoundly in pictures such as the re-visited "The Phoenix Child," the startling pictures are seemingly here to stay, and the message will only get tougher. The deep artistic talent, the second meaning-style hidden undertones, the disturbing pictures, the light, breezy, fun photos, and the wisdom displayed by The Giggleman all continue to keep faithful readers (i.e., no one) on the edge of their seat, waiting for the next installment in the continuing saga. And it doesn't look like The Giggle House will be stopping anytime soon.



The Factory history will be up tomorrow, along with comparisons and contrasts between the two domains.

Less Than A KaBang Send Off For The Series, Would You Say?

Me too. Still look at it and wonder, but I seem to have raised expectations when all we were doing was giving out the typical things. Things are probably getting lighter from here on out, at least until the darkness needs another outlet to express itself.

The Absence Of Clarity: Terminate

The actual final selection of The Absence Of Clarity (not a chapter) describes the sweet taste to be found in victories over The Temple.

The Absence Of Clarity: Is Back Again For A Return Even Though It Doesn't Actually Matter That Much

Due to the overwhelming success (i.e., no one cares at all) of The Absence Of Clarity, I'm probably going to work on a final FINAL chapter of the originally three, now four part series. I thought of something beautiful to add, so I'm probably going to be working on that for longer than any of the other pictures. It's going to take a lot more time and a lot more effort, but I heavily doubt that that will be evident in any perceivable way, other than me devoting an entire post to notify the faithful readers (i.e., absolutely nobody, despite the good advertising done recently). Expect the final chapter to come with a KaBang.

The Absence Of Clarity, Chapter III: The Master

The final chapter in The Absence Of Clarity pictures the leader of the temple.