You, you reading this, you lame-arse cunt, concerned with your professional life, your mediocre money-grubbing malaise, what are you doing with your life?
Look around you. The world is built on murder and everyday bloody pain. The 'food chain' – what a disgraceful term. And it describes the fucking world. And yet you eat your flesh while spouting your specious arguments.
And then there's society. The collection of human beings, an ant pit of striving ambition, ambition for what? Your petty desires are pathetic.
What do you live for?
What are you worth?
You fucking cunts. Fuck off.
You think you're into art? You think that makes it okay? You think you're a fucking exception?
You fucking cunts. Fuck off.
Fuck off.
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3 comments:
No fuck you, you useless piece of shit whino art cunt. How exactly are you helping the fucking world out? By taking art at Massey? lol.
Eat shit in fire and die in a hail of frozen sewage you tiresome failbucket.
The intertemporal avant-garde is old fashioned anyway. :P
Can I call you "failbucket" at home? It's kinda funny. Might become my pet name for you. Ha! Wow, some people make me laugh so hard.
It has to be in full – a 'tiresome failbucket'!
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