Please help us never forget.

Poem by Matt Lang.

Goodbye, Elphia. You've been a beautiful dream.

Please, help. All the test results are negative.

I had some scientist looking into the source of the color that has been spreading ever more rapidly across our kingdom. So far they have shown that that it is irreversible and not only takes over things that are filled with love but also things that are consumed with emotion, period. Which has been detrimental, to be sure, in some cases.

Please! Help me out of the color trap!

I don't think I can describe to you the terror. Booby traps? I was expecting booby traps. I've met all sorts gizmos throughout the maze. But lasers?! In color?! I can't help myself. Why should I even fight for survival against a cube with color? I give up, sear me into cube-shaped pieces.

Please, help. I've stabbed out my eyes.

I drew this one while dating my last gf. Her birthday was on the exact same day as my mother's. At first I thought it was pretty neat and then I realized how much my mom and I just don't get along. And why. I guess I should be greatful to her. And in a way, I am. Still, I did feel like stabbing my eyes out. That Oedipal thing isn't always the fuzzy bunnies it pretends to be.