Munch owes me. I personally skull-screwed his twisted soul until his paint brush produced an illustration incarnate of ‘the scream of nature’. He never had the discipline to be a real nihilist, Edvard was more of drunk. A very driven, yet quite drunken and quarrelsome soul-painter who loved to vomit and argue. The guy was a real scream.

Iconic images decisively depicting agreed upon meaning are extremely useful to my, ‘Master Plan for World Domination’. As a consolidation of accepted understanding, any image or symbol can be used as a control mechanism. Think about the cross or the swastika. To further empower any idea or image in the eyes of the populace it is affixed with a great, albeit subjective, value. Eighty-plus million for ‘The Scream’ will do to nicely to continue that paradigm.

We never let Edvard finish painting here. Right after he is done painting all of Hell with a fresh coat. I change my mind on the color.

Keep On Chemtrailing,
The Boss