Gold Day. Formerly A Day. Day 27.

Am I a plaything to you? Am I here to be constantly lampooned for the jest of intellectual infants?

My gallery of freakish portraits is growing. I am either the villain from one of the various Toy Story movies or possibly cooking meth in the desert, wearing a crop top with Sybil as my Pinkman. Perhaps I'm grazing in a field, an abomination, a reverse minotaur! A tiny merman, clinging to a vessel piloted by a nautical bovine. I am a monster! Or am I just the reflection of the artists cruelty and the monster was behind the pen, clutching the utensils of mockery the entire time?

I. Am. Debased.

Vandalized.

I am: