Home Sweet Whirlpool

When I was a children, I liked to play in boxes. I pretended they were my home. When I took my first shit in my home, my Mom took my box away from me.

Well fuck you Mom, I now have my OWN box that really IS my home. Take that...whore!

When my career started in the Homeless Arts, I could only get enough money to buy a saltine box. It did a great job keeping my left protracted from the elementals.

Next I was able to get a Microwave oven box for my feet. Added with the saltine box I was now covering uhhhh 86% of my body.

Last week I found a full size Sony LCD television box, so now 170% of my body is covered -- that's toasty.

I am asking for your help so I can procreate a refrigerator box. This box is like the Holy Moley of boxes -- and that's goooood.