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)