T.R.K.S.

Transported from just above Planet No. 7, Gnik Trebor has spent the majority of his life in the pursuit of the great chasm, the bloom, the Zenith!  His art offers an alternative POV, one stilted in development, stuck in mire of puerility and a perilous mind.  His songs are primarily asinine and meaningless, and strongly recommended for immature audiences only.  While some of Gnik’s originals might be considered touching, others will grope you and your sensibilities in every inappropriate way.  This sentence was added to make this biographical information seem more robust and significant, but instead it’s superfluous – riddled with mispellings and useless jargon.  If you’re still reading this, I feel sorry for you that you have nothing better to do than to ingest tripe written by a lunatic. We believe in equality and we therefore ridicule all races, genders, and ages alike, and without prejudice. We specifically support Ls, but also tolerate Gs, Bs, Ts, Us, Vs, Ws, but not Xs – ’cause they’re all Bitches.  We invite you to “Like,” “Share,” and/or “Subscribe” liberally!  (If you choose NOT to do so, you should know that we’ve already captured your IP address and will monitor your conversations and personal behavior so that we can post on all Social Media platforms your most vulnerable and private moments.  So, “Like,” “Share,” and/or “Subscribe,” dammit!) If for some reason you have yet to be insulted or scared away, our offerings might be just right for you – you sick bastards!  Welcome and Enjoy!