Psychedelic Prepubescent Girls (and other wacked out imagery from the rubbish heap)

I recently was reading about the world's longest novels on the good ole Wiki-wiki-wiki-wiki-wak, and there I discovered a book titled The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion. Pretty heady stuff! The book, written by a social misfit and trash collecter (literally) named Harvey Darger, concerns all sorts of brutal child torture and murder imagery set against an intergalactic conquest story. Much of it is illustrated with traced pictures of young nymphettes, such as the Coppertone Girl, in all sorts of bizaare poses and situations. Not exactly pedophilia, but Darger was very fixated on young girls and murders (leading to speculation of his involvement with a child killing in Chicago). I still like his art, however, because it has a peaceful sinisterosity (or sinister peacefulnessification) that appeals to me.
I include this in my blog because of my penchant for collecting stuff, a penchant that threatens to consume me and my apartment (consider, for example, my empty oat meal carton collection, which I swear will be useful someday when I need to have several containers of that shape and size during some natural disaster). One website described Darger's apartment as filled with "a thick accumulation of debris- including hundreds of Pepto-Bismol bottles, nearly a thousand balls of string, old newspapers, magazines and comic books, religious kitsch and much more." I am not yet to this stage, but fear that were I to purchase a house, I would get crazy with my decorating and love of Sharpies. I already envision a black and white psychedelic basement with found art, strobe and black lights, an oatmeal box throne, and various debris on the walls...wonderful place to sit and relax, listen to music, play xbox, and plot the overthrow of the impending Illuminati-controlled one world government. Come by and we'll have lunch!