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If you arent damaged, get the FUCK out of art. You may be a mess but that is NO excuse to drag us into your pursuit of vanity. Say something profound, or in this mediocre sea We will all drown. Your landscapes are a bland fake Your charicatures leave a foul taste Your single color canvas has no meaning no depth. Go back to the rock from which you crept. Your self obsessed, sappy, slop is clogging the machine. So please fucking stop. Immitators are so rife, it fills my heart will ire an army of liars If your art doesn't scream life set that shit on fire. Abstract what you can from my venemous words but remember if you don't have anything worth saying, don't be heard. No artists mission statement should ever be needed So eat your words and never just create BLEED it.
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