The Absence Of Clarity, Chapter II: The Interior

Chapter Two of "The Absence Of Clarity." This details the interior of the temple presented in Chapter One.

The Absence Of Clarity, Chapter I: The Temple

Chapter One of a three chapter series entitled, "The Absence Of Clarity."

The Giggle House Has Been Nice To Me

There's no such thing as bad advertising. Go to www.thegigglehouse.blogspot.com if you like what you see here. No, no one looks at this other than the creator of The Giggle House, but it's ok. If you somehow like this but don't like The Giggle House, you need to get your face checked. The Giggle House is updated a bit more often than The Factory, and is (as of today) heading in a more cheerful direction rather than the darker tone that you will begin to see from The Factory in the coming months. The Giggle House and The Factory are best viewed together. Both have tons of heart and soul emptied out into them, but there are a few key differences that you may be able to pick up on, as well as references between the two web sites and (who knows?) hidden information you can only gain by viewing both regularly. Moral: Thanks, The Giggle House. Maybe we can get my work off the ground, as yours is.

History Repeats Itself And Cracks Into Shards

A Bad Outlook

Things are going to get a bit darker. I won't tell you why, but the next three or so entries are going to present their point in a moodier, darker fashion. This may cause controversy with idiots. So be it. I don't know when those entries will actually come into existence, but they will sometime, and they're going to be MEAN.

The Miracles That Precede Understanding

Speaks for itself.

Bow Before The Answer To Thine Problems

He Was Right! You Need To Be Stolen!

"As soon as the coin in the copper rings, a soul from purgatory springs."--Martin Luther

"One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic."--Joseph Stalin

"If they're born of God, they'll never die."--Ray Comfort

They're Gone. Mourn.

Immediately.

A Sad Departing. I Wish It Didn't Have To Be This Way, But It Looks Like It's Going To Have To.

Circumstances beyond my control have put me in a strange predicament. While I cannot even begin to discuss the ramifications of such problems, I tell you with great sadness that, as of tomorrow, everything in the December 2005 section of The Factory is going to have to get the boot out of here. If you liked any of those pieces particularly, I recommend you save them onto your own pictures section and show them to those around you. Everything beginning at, "As Always, Making A Test," on to the final piece of the section entitled, "I Have Completely Given Up; My Opponent Has Won; But At Least I Have These Quotes," will be put to death tomorrow morning on my time. Please go back and look at those works of art. They will be gone before you know it. Keep your wits about you.

You Are Not Wanted, Nor Needed. Not A VIP Style, But Leave Anyway.

Sizing may turn out different, but who knows. Maybe I did this right. Probably not.

Get Out Of Line. It's Your Only Escape.

This piece was especially hard. Please take that into consideration.

Math? Math!? Don't Make Me Laugh. That's Not Math. You're Not Beautiful. Stop Trying.

I hope the message isn't convoluted. This can be easily misinterpreted. Don't do that.

Kill The Lights.

Here you go.

Get Out Of The Way. You Serve Me No Purpose.

Many of you could probably identify with this piece. That picture on the left is truly horrifying.

An Everyday Episode Begins Again, But Is It Actually As Entertaining As You Make It Appear To Be?

Well, Of Course I Always Had Hope. I Just Never Thought It Would Materialize So Fashionably.

Enjoy it while you still breathe and are warm-blooded.

You Totally Missed It

You totally missed it. I had a picture that would only be here for a limited time, and you totally missed it. You're meant to feel foolish.

I'm thinking about making a saga, a few intertwined entries all coming together to present one central fact. I've got the idea in place, but I'm having trouble on how to get it across. By the way, I'm sickened at how disgustingly non-popular this 'blog' is. I've seen The Giggle House and the business it gets, but why? Why hasn't anyone looked and cared about my work? It could be because The Giggle Man has (get ready) completely lost focus of where the 'blog' started. That's a possibility. Gone are the days of the simple-cheeked smiley faces and blown out proportions. Now we are left with heavily modified pictures from the internet. I use these as well, to be sure. But I keep the beginning in mind. I do not want to sell out. I will not. Maybe I totally missed it...

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. It all sounded 'cheesy.'

I'm seeing The Chariot and Maylene and the Sons of Disaster live this coming Friday in Chattanooga. You can't come.

This Might Happen Everyday In Sudan

I thought green would be original.

A Wedding That, In This Case, Will Likely Be Meaningless. Why, Tell Me, Why Don't You See Anything Anymore?

It's white for a reason. I'm not lazy.