TOTER THE POO

One day in the 64 Gallon Acre Woods… Toter The Poo was puzzled. Someone had pushed something through his letterbox and it wasn’t a pot of honey. It was a vat of infinite vastness.. a vacuity of emptiness. It was soaked in the brine of viscous, sweet fluid and bin juice… it was trash. Toter was an addict for dramatics… he was not by any means an intelligent bear nor was he stupid. He was somewhere in between. This was his super power. It made Toter a master of a movement… a movement of memes and an oh so syrupy aesthetic.