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Why do you hate me so? A mere drip of post-mortem discussion and this is what you leave behind. A trail of insults, a list of reclusive places in which i may bury my self-esteemed head. Those liars and phonies among you, how you dare speak. You don't know what you are doing, so stop telling others what they should be doing. You, of all people, set out to achieve when you have no goals. You think you are human beings - you claim a status as visual art students - but you are neither. What do you think - nothing. What do you learn - nothing. Your self announciating titles are flagrant, oppurtunistic and arbitruary. It is not that i don't like you, or hate you - it is this: that you are nothing to love or hate. You are nothing.
Labels: art