"I'm losing my mind!", this was and still is an intrusive thought, which is kind of ironic given the content of the thought. It might be better to say that I can feel the factory shutting down, and the factory extends beyond the lump in my head. The heart has "memory cells" that are equal to (what glial, why didn't you research, why is it all just a jumble of laziness and mania?) areas (where?) of the brain. My gallbladder might hold my sorrow, my spleen might be my glee. I don't think anyone knows anything beyond what is true for their reality. I appreciate all you itch folk, because this is one of my favorite places to be, and truly a font of creativity. Without the inspiration and tools (bless all the small tool makers and engineers that post here!) of creators like alienmelon, jeremey oduber, terry cavanagh and sympou, I wouldn't be able to vomit the masterpieces that I do. This is a refuge from the tedium of day-to-day life, and I'd love to hear any thoughts on zine making (any of the stuff that I do), game design, or creative thoughts in general. This is an attempt at interaction with you good people.

As an aside, I want to thank the small few who actually read/play the things that I make. My newest work is Cannibale by sickpleaseohno (itch.io). I'm open to collaboration, and would like to work with a like-minded (or not viva variety) entity (except for cabbages).