These will come to you unpainted with an easily removable tape on one side. The tape leaves no residue when removed. You can sell painted (hitting them with one to coats of spray paint is the easiest way to paint them) or sell as-is no sealer is required. Add twine or a ribbon for hanging and you’re done. These sell for $20 in most areas from what I have seen with the Fuckflake poem from below.


Roughly 4″ x 4″

Cut from 1/4″ thick maple plywood

Comes in 4″x4″ kraft paper box

Turnaround time on these will be roughly two weeks




FuckFlake POEM


The night before Christmas 2020


‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land

People reflected on summer, how they saw not one single band

No concerts, no movies, no trips to the game

A virus was spreading, and kept changing its name

Known as Rona, Corona, and Covid nineteen

And just how to stop it, had yet to be seen


The orders came down, to shelter in place

“Wash your hands, keep your distance, and don’t touch your face.”

Stay the fuck home, were the words of the day

If you have to go out, keep all others at bay

And while out in public, you must wear a mask

Of course it’s required, do you really need to ask?


Limit trips to the market and you must go alone

Just get the essentials and go the fuck home

Went out for TP, ‘cause we needed it bad

When I got to the store there was none to be had

I tried Walmart and Target without any luck

Even Amazon and E-Bay, it was like, what the fuck?


All the restaurants were closed, and the hair salons too

We were hungry and shaggy with nothing to do

Homeschool had parents losing their shit,

Day drinking was common, everybody was lit

We got lazy and smelly, our waistbands got round

But we all stayed at home, we were not goin’ down


Then came the protests and riots galore

And the influx of Karens, inside every store

It all went on You-Tube, a new post each day

Everyone is an expert with something to say

It was truly a shitshow and people were mad

The world was in chaos, it was really quite bad


A year full of madness, it is all very true

A pandemic, murdering hornets, and wildfires too

We sat and remembered, while awaiting St. Nick

Hoping the new year won’t be a dick

At the end of it all, I’ll be glad when it’s through

Come on 2021 ‘cause 2020? FUCKYOU!


K. Taylor

Kreative Toad




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