To forego the bland and basic, but to embrace the confounding contradictions of this messy, impossible existence. Let us shout and sing the grandiosity it is to be alive! Alive and colorful, richly indulgent, yet painful and subtly cherishing that which can only be extinguished—we are creatures of insanity. I beckon you to adorn your houses with my particular brand of gaudy, misshapen grandeur, or soft musings of whimsy, whatever it may be, I hope it finds at least someone's fancy.