Cool dream, William. But you're going to have a tough time being a basketball player without any pupils. Though the ability to defy physics by holding a ball on your finger tip at a 45 degree angle is a plus.

It looks like you tried to draw an apple, accidentally drew a heart and tried to fix it (lazily) with a label.

Van Gogh didn't have to label anything:

Know why? Because he didn't suck dick at art.

"Here boy! C'mere! Who's united? You are! Yes you are! Good boy! Now play dead." Remember when the United States was an excited puppy? Me neither.

Ah yes, the gay naval warship, S.S. Cats. The name isn't code for anything, just Nikki's uncreative name for a shitty mixed-medium collage.

This is like a nexus of failure: crappy cat art, poor drawings and shitty collages all meeting at one point to create a junction of concentrated suck.

Sieg Heil to you too, Batman.