What the fuck is wrong with you? Who the fuck do you think you are and what gives you the right to judge greatness; when you yourself decided you're a photographer? Everything in the world could be art to some one out there. You think you know art? You are so niave. You think you sound smart saying this? You sound like a bratty little snob who thinks she's the shit. Get over yourself, please. Art is for people who wake up one day and decide to be artists. Although I must say I adore all your pictures that have been "photoshopped into oblivion" you hippocrit. And if the word love doesn't mean anything, you sure as hell contributed to that. And don't say you use it because you REALLY feel it. Because then again you'll just be stating that a certain word can only be used the way you designated it to be used.
You are absolutly rediculous. Let people express themselves the way you want people to let you express yourself. Let people love and claim love the way you have and have claimed that you have. Maybe you can start to give a good name to humanity, lord knows we need it.
If you have something to say to me, which you quite evidently do, don't be such a god damned pussy, and let me know who the fuck you are. If you really believed in what you have to say, you wouldn't hide, you little shit.
Art is pretentious. Thats the way it is. I don't go around calling myself an artist, or making claims of my own greatness. I think you pretend to know me a little better than you actually do, you self-ritcheous dumbfuck.
And you know what? I rarely label myself a photographer. Not because I wouldn't like to be one, but because I'm NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I try to be great...But ART.IS.HARD. You have to be good. Art can't be pulled out your ass...because then it's just SHIT. Don't tell me anything is art. I don't believe that. IF that were the case, no one would strive for greatness, beacuse it would be useless to do so.
I think anyone who wants to be a photographer needs to study the greats. I thought I was good too, for a while, untill I LEARNED ART. I studied the people who made photography what it is. After that, it's hard to call yourself a photographer.
THAT is why I don't think the people who just decide one day that "photographer" can be their new label are deserving of that title.
And, you shitfaced little dickwad, I NEVER "photoshop into oblivion."
Next time you decide to preach about humanity, aim it at someone who will crumble at being called a brat, or someone who truly will doubt their intelligence when a nameless pussy calls them stupid.
And finally, a big "Go to Hell, DOUCHEBAG!" Have a nice day!
Wow, All I have is: WOW. I expected more from you. You dashed my dreams ma'am. Dashed my dreams of a mature and actually debatable response. Oh well, that's ok, because I diarrheaed on your toothbrush. I placed rat poisen in your oatmeal this morning. I tinkled in your shampoo (and your conditioner too, but that was accidental). I left a dead fish in there before I sewed up your nose. Oh, and I think I dropped the used medicated bandaid from my lepracy in the black hole that is your vagina. Oops, I just farted on your new car. A little poopy came out too, I left it as an air freshener for you. I vomited on your brother and sister! They cried a teensy bit, and it made me chuckle to myself. Their anguish and yours makes my christmas tree lights flicker in blessedness. That lovely red lipstick you wore recently? Did you think that taste was just strawberry flavored? Well maybe it was before I replaced it with a used tampon. I crafted a voodoo doll in your likness and stuck a needle in each nipple, and one in your vagina, just for shits and giggles. Your brother likes swedish porn. I dipped your favorite dildo in syphilis. I lactated into your ear while you were sleeping. I stuck a dart, tainted with the poisen of the skin of a Mantella toad, up your nose and tickled your brain. And you thought that bad smell coming from your closet was bad cheese? Oh, silly girl, thats a decaying corpse I happened upon in the back of a KFC, just my luck really (and yours too). I downloaded a virus onto your computer that is programmed to read your mind and report back to me. Naughty naughty, naughty girl. I didn't know that you found rotting fruits and vegetables arousing! I thought I was the only one! Also I put a fetus in your ceaser salad tonite. Did it taste good? I bet it did, naughty naughty girl. But that's all okay, because I diarrheaed on your toothbrush...
oh well, I heave a sigh and wish you luck in this life, and on this planet full of pretentiousness and niave children. I hope you can survive, because I would hate for you to kill yourself and be honored amongst real artists.
I almost honored that you feel strongly enough about me to take the time to do all those things. But mostly, I think you just need to find something more productive to do with your time.
As I read that I could smell your stench, you smelly, smelly, naughty horse.
You smell, your brother smells, your daddy smells, your mommy smells, your car smells (like my poopy. You're welcome by the way.) I would also like you to know that next time I see you I will be sure to cum right into your eyeball. You'll enjoy it, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty NAUGHTY MOTHER FUCKER. O yes, I saw you the other night, you mother is quite the screamer. And that tattoo is pretty naughty (naughty naughty naughty naughty)
You're a gay, homosexual, flamingo eating, cabbage patch kid collecting, chuck E cheese, hiding in the balls, hiding your balls, tootsie pop.
You are absolutly rediculous. Let people express themselves the way you want people to let you express yourself. Let people love and claim love the way you have and have claimed that you have. Maybe you can start to give a good name to humanity, lord knows we need it.
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If you really believed in what you have to say, you wouldn't hide, you little shit.
Art is pretentious. Thats the way it is. I don't go around calling myself an artist, or making claims of my own greatness. I think you pretend to know me a little better than you actually do, you self-ritcheous dumbfuck.
And you know what? I rarely label myself a photographer. Not because I wouldn't like to be one, but because I'm NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I try to be great...But ART.IS.HARD. You have to be good. Art can't be pulled out your ass...because then it's just SHIT. Don't tell me anything is art. I don't believe that. IF that were the case, no one would strive for greatness, beacuse it would be useless to do so.
I think anyone who wants to be a photographer needs to study the greats. I thought I was good too, for a while, untill I LEARNED ART. I studied the people who made photography what it is. After that, it's hard to call yourself a photographer.
THAT is why I don't think the people who just decide one day that "photographer" can be their new label are deserving of that title.
And, you shitfaced little dickwad, I NEVER "photoshop into oblivion."
Next time you decide to preach about humanity, aim it at someone who will crumble at being called a brat, or someone who truly will doubt their intelligence when a nameless pussy calls them stupid.
And finally, a big "Go to Hell, DOUCHEBAG!"
Have a nice day!
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oh well, I heave a sigh and wish you luck in this life, and on this planet full of pretentiousness and niave children. I hope you can survive, because I would hate for you to kill yourself and be honored amongst real artists.
ps. You were adopted.
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I almost honored that you feel strongly enough about me to take the time to do all those things.
But mostly, I think you just need to find something more productive to do with your time.
p.s.
I don't have a brother.
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As I read that I could smell your stench, you smelly, smelly, naughty horse.
You smell, your brother smells, your daddy smells, your mommy smells, your car smells (like my poopy. You're welcome by the way.) I would also like you to know that next time I see you I will be sure to cum right into your eyeball. You'll enjoy it, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty NAUGHTY MOTHER FUCKER. O yes, I saw you the other night, you mother is quite the screamer. And that tattoo is pretty naughty (naughty naughty naughty naughty)
You're a gay, homosexual, flamingo eating, cabbage patch kid collecting, chuck E cheese, hiding in the balls, hiding your balls, tootsie pop.
you smell, and suck.
p.s. you smell
p.p.s haha, I said peepee
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