Dear reader, we have a confession to make. We’ve been stringing you along. This whole thing has been a lie. An elaborate deception born of desperate minds. But we feel we must now come clean. The work you’ve been seeing here is not our own. Everything we’ve shared was done by someone else. Her name is Sister Alouicious and she lives in a small shack under that bridge near the railroad tracks. Not the cardboard one. The one made entirely of cats. But don’t pity her, she seems content, and they are very nice cats. When we bring her gifts of cigars, malt liquor, and Chicken-in-a-Biscuit crackers, she gives us t-shirt designs. Weird, we know. But you gotta admit, the old gal is pretty damn talented.

We hope you continue to enjoy her tortured genius.

But please do not attempt to contact her yourself. She can get belligerent, and we're the only people she trusts. If you like her work, and would be interested in purchasing more of her glorious abominations, give us a shout and we'll reach out to her on your behalf. You know, see if we can’t work a deal.