Art is dead
There are no artists
Just liars and magic men
The "artists" lie to themselves
More than anyone els
"It's a way for me to escape"
"It's my therapy"
IT'S CRAP
any ******* with....... Well..... Anything
Can make "ART" now days
But we all know, deep down inside that
Nobody has anything to say anymore
Except "look at me, I'm mysterious"
Burn all your art supplies and **** yourself
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
Art is dead
There are no artists
Just liars and magic men
The "artists" lie to themselves
More than anyone els
"It's a way for me to escape"
"It's my therapy"
IT'S CRAP
any ******* with....... Well..... Anything
Can make "ART" now days
But we all know, deep down inside that
Nobody has anything to say anymore
Except "look at me, I'm mysterious"
Burn all your art supplies and **** yourself
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