Stop
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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