No, I'm not going to stop making these, so just keep your various pieholes zipped. This is art, dammit! It's not my fault if you Phyllis teens refuse to recognize it. Sure, I could appeal to the lowest common dominator, post stuff that makes sense and whatnot, but that's not where it's at. Your old road is rapidly fading. I'm not going to kowtow to the boozhwa hoi polloi even if it means...no, it doesn't mean anything. There are no consequences. It's just a blog. What was I thinking. I don't stand on principle. I creep on principle on my hands and knees, searching for the place where I can get the fuck off.

Big-ass version here.