Viva La Shaye

I’m not sure what makes me so disturbing. Is it the hacked-up mannequin parts, including a mask that bears a frightening resemblance to Carl von Cosel’s girlfriend? My burned-up baby doll I sometimes talks to? The disembodied chipmunk voice spewing gibberish about “modeling sesh-ons” and “kitty candy”? My whiplash editing and random use of video filters and sound effects? My honky-tonk website with Progeria-victim wallpaper and annoying autoplay sound? I don’t even know. It's not safe and sane at all.