perfectly demonic.

holy shitballs.

this l'amour supreme custom rangeas is so metal it hurts.

we need music accompaniment immediately.

damn. i am jealous as hell of whoever commissioned the little demon.

the colors, the guts, the evil possessed stare. he's perfect.

totally not deadly.

oh bwana... you crazy trippy bastard genius. who else would create a beautiful

art show, entirely sloth-centric? just you sir, just you. and i applaud you for it.

bring on the sloths.

"slow and low, that is the tempo"

someone needs to put a real sloth in a powerwheels, stat.

i have dollars, youtube... make it happen.

almost... there... by amy ruppel

i wish i looked this good in my school pictures.

dispersed hope by masako miki

head down, ass up. that's the way we like to... chase confetti.

at 3 est today, the rest of those little pink bastards go on sale. here, i think. he's called sloth n moth, and he likes soda. i think i want a little slothy mossy-ass dude for myself. or if you happen to live in portland, stop by grass hut and check out the rest of the show magic.

images stolen from bwana and friends ain't family.

ape attack.

i'm gonna warn you now. this is a shitty post. you can skip the words if you want. the pictures are what really matter, and i didn't even do anything special with them. aren't you lucky. but it's friday, so this is what you get.

this is why i don't do acid.

but, shit, are they beautiful.

they are neo gorillas from ilu ilu.

and i want.

and ccp ultimate spaceman lar.

who i just discovered.

pocket-sized for easy transportation.

they're badass and have the belts to prove it.

i got those two little gid fuckers on the end.

come to his fur castle.

get punched.

repeat.

triangle of ape picture was rudely swiped from plasticxo.

cough to get off.

you know how when you're sucking on a cough drop and the middle melts

before the edges and it gets really sharp and starts cutting your tongue but

it's so delicious that you can't stop so you end up with a lacerated idiot tongue?

yeah, of course you don't.

that's what this bag full of red jade mongolions is going to do once they're unleashed on the internet tomorrow... cut the internet's tongue, real bad too.

seriously, you better snag one of these sexy beasts quick.

they go on sale 11am pst tomorrow.

the itch.

the itch began where it shan't have been. it spread from child to traveling men.

gentle at first, but quickly raging. they tore off their skin in chunks and shavings.

the country bled, wails of mourning. masses writhing, fits of burning.

fingers pointed, gods defended. one smiled sweetly, undetected.

all because, the pompous prince. had dared to cross, the one true witch.

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at least, that's what i saw in these incredible busts from jake waldron.

silicone hand-painted faces and each hair individually placed.

it's incredible, chilling work.

i love the juxtaposition of characters, with the same pained expression.

and somehow, they're still available. get her and him.

amazing jake. just amazing.

skint.

it's not not a toy.

there is something wonderfully disturbing about the extreme disregard for anatomy in an anatomical set of nesting dolls. hands clasped in grief over her lack of clothes and a pelvic bone. at least i'm hoping it's a she. always the possibility of a tucked native american gent suffering from testosterone withdrawal. i bet s/he works at the dmv, where his/er coworkers adore her/is savant-like recall of patron saints and his/er ability to eat ritz by the case.

i like it.

and i hope whoever it lives with now passes it on

to his/er second favorite godchild.

you're a good man jason levesque.

excellent work, and thank you for sharing.

i am not dead.

i've merely been in hibernation for the winter.

so just to be clear. completely not dead.

mastodon image and tidbit from this guy.

down boy.

i'd like to live in a world where penguins have dogs; especially mega-huge mechahunds. the brilliant thing about k-9s is their desire to please. now imagine that desire with the strength of an abrams tank and a 50 cal machine gun. suddenly everyone around you becomes obedient.

makadi3000 has, of course, done it again. eagle eye is a killer sidekick to iron penguin. although, i can't quite wrap my head around his bulk through the interwebs. iron penguin is 12" tall... and eagle eye's in a bit of a squat... sooooo, he's like a steel watermelon. maybe one of those square japanese ones. astute eyes will see that he's built on the body of a wwr bramble. but then you will also see that he no longer looks anything like his body donor. this is one sick puppy.

little known fact: eagle eye was born when shaq got food drunk

at an old country buffet and ended up making love to his F650

now you can see why he calls him a dog.

just don't let mega-snoopy drop a deuce in your yard.

crotch cannon!

red! 24 sweep hotdog on 2! hut hut, you're fucked.

children please avert your eyes from the scorched butthole

if you light a match, the entire internet could go up in flames.