It s weird knowign that when I die, the only thing left of me , besides the memories of those who knew me, will be my art. The only thing that some guy in France will know me for ismy obsesion with animal hybrids and cheap use of photoshop effects. A young girl in Japan will stumble upon my work when looking for something to take her mind off of school and will know me as white guy whos pictures are not funny, so she will assuemethe words arent either. And in the year 2094, a robot will malfunction after trying to spelll check the entire internet after trying to make sense of anythign Ive done. I will be remembered as just some guy who did some stuff and didnt do a good enough job to earn enough money to do anything amazing like build an ironic penguin shaped rocket that doesnt fly.
But at least Ill be remembered
- Mood:
Eager - Listening to: music
- Reading: Comics
- Watching: tv
- Playing: games
- Eating: food
- Drinking: beverage
Devious Comments
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LLAMA!!!!!!
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The opposite of war isn't peace...it's creation.
you have great stuff. reminds me Ie been lazy and should start throwing stuff on here.
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The opposite of war isn't peace...it's creation.
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Comfort in exchange for need.
My mom keeps telling me to submit some work to a magazine or something but, I'm not sure if I really need a lesson in rejection
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Comfort in exchange for need.
"Youre pictures are too cute and youre children have too much hair! YOURE FIRED!"
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Comfort in exchange for need.
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Comfort in exchange for need.
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