This is Hell's Taco's personal physician, Dr Elias Fister, posting at his request.
Having realized that he had produced four months worth of these things (whatever they are, I am unable to decifer his ramblings in his current condition), Hell's Taco collapsed from what he is calling "mental" "exhaustion". However, as he was found passed out in front of his computer with a bootlegged copy of New York Minute playing on a loop on his monitor and an authentic Mary Kate Olsen girl's leather belt around his neck, my final diagnosis may differ.
Hell's Taco's friends and family (ok, his family) have admitedcommited him to a local institution where he is receiving the finest care no money can buy.
During a brief moment of lucidity, after a particularly rousing course of electro-shocks, Hell's Taco asked that this image be posted to this board.
*Note: Having briefly scanned the contents of several of your posts, I will certainly be contacting the local mental health officials in your various areas.*
