^ I'll try not to, even though I have no sanity to value.
< Everyone in the entire world are against my artistic taste. It's like my favorite movies are everyone elses worst. And vise versa. I'm in a huge argument with a friend right now cause of that. His favorite movie, American Psycho, when I can't understand why anyone could possibly enjoy it at the least. It was the worst ****ing of all time.
V The next post will be Eggplant calling me and art fag once again.
There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going. There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing. Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing, so the danger must be growing. Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing 'cause the rowers keep on rowing, and they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing. AAAGGHHH!!!