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I'd make art that wasn't the equivalent of processed microwave food, without the "gourmet" label. Then again equal validity in creation is only debatable if you're an ******* who believes any of this has meaning. If you're taking yourself seriously, you're going to get ****** up by the **** end of this joke; Art is more than these observable qualities of reality. It is beyond us. However, everything we are is made of the stuff. We are art. Life is art. Life is meaningless Art is meaningless. We are meaningless. You. You are meaningless as well. Roll on snare... None of this holds real validity. Abuse of cymbal. In this lifetime I want so many things that simply will not happen. She says my "dreams" are floaty although I know I won't live to see them. Life flies by so fast it's a wonder we don't get tickets. I want light that moves at 40mph and scorches on impact. Explodes like fireworks. It should glow; green or blue. I'd use it to cook these dinners, burn these notebooks, **** these mother ******* guitars.
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
"If I Had a Cannon That Shot Lazer Beams."
I'd make art that wasn't the equivalent of processed microwave food, without the "gourmet" label. Then again equal validity in creation is only debatable if you're an ******* who believes any of this has meaning. If you're taking yourself seriously, you're going to get ****** up by the **** end of this joke; Art is more than these observable qualities of reality. It is beyond us. However, everything we are is made of the stuff. We are art. Life is art. Life is meaningless Art is meaningless. We are meaningless. You. You are meaningless as well. Roll on snare... None of this holds real validity. Abuse of cymbal. In this lifetime I want so many things that simply will not happen. She says my "dreams" are floaty although I know I won't live to see them. Life flies by so fast it's a wonder we don't get tickets. I want light that moves at 40mph and scorches on impact. Explodes like fireworks. It should glow; green or blue. I'd use it to cook these dinners, burn these notebooks, **** these mother ******* guitars.
austin-heath
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
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