Crap crap crap. All around, crap. Crap, crap, crap. Especially that wallpaper. That’s crap. And then some.


There’s the ubiquitous Shiny Cans, and a few L’eggs glued upright: art, man.


From hell's curio cabinet, I peer at thee! From the suburban maw of bourgeoise horrors, I stare at thee!