I finally went through your gallery in detail and I enjoyed it immensely. You stuff is a freakin' scream! Or a screamin' freak, or both! I'd bet you have been told this already, but not yet by me so, let me say that some of your pieces are truly the stuff of nightmares...shocking nightmares...amusing, ultra-creative, and I love it all but yeah, some mind-blowingly out there stuff...the sort of stuff that brings to mind thoughts like "Oh my freakin' dawg! How did they even imagine this!?!" I would have to think that it is not all just instant blind, deaf, mute rabbit pulled out of an invisible, unknown mystery hat and that you actually have been exposed or in some way been party to seeing some mighty horrendous characters and activity in real life, so I get this feeling that you would be a major trip to sit down and get high with and that you could tell me true tales that would pull my eyeballs out and scuff them with a rotating wire brush and/
or send me into howling stitches, laughing so hard my gut would get sore...or at least thus is my speculative read on you thus far. And that is the reason I gave you something very, very, very special...hwayyy better than a Lama, or even Fernando Lamas...hwayyy better than any sort of badge, hwayyy better than a jab in the eye with a sharp stick...hwayyy better than one of my personal favorites: a moderately delivered knee or fist to the useless little raisins in my bikini zone (hey, so I find that deep, dull ache rather erotic)....no, better than all that...I have never given one of these to anyone ever, till now! Above you will see that I gave you a hideously femmy red girly-girl dress billowing with oodles of crisp, stark white Chantilly lace! You are entirely welcome! It is a Loralie Originals prom and party dress from the 1980s! I have one in black and I find it somewhat thrilling to paint my face in extreme glamor makeup, slip on a new pair of control-top pantyhose in size tall and color suntan, clad over said with bra, full dress slip, three triple-layer lace and chiffon square dance petticoats, zip up into that mutha, pour myself a hearty mug of Chardonnay then step out and water the front yard during rush hour on a weekday morning! Enjoy!