A Collection of seasonal art of all mediums and genres, and from artists of all ages and talents from well seasoned experts to beginners.
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Zach
You live in your little 1500 sq ft house, drive your worthless 'brand new' car, watch tv, tell your kids not to get dirty because it's 'gross', keep everything so chemically spotless it looks like some kind of goddamned photoshoot, kill your animals, allow your kids to play with their food and laugh when they put two dead chicken wings together and cluck, take your bratlings to church on sunday and bitchslap them with a type of brainwashing that fucks up more people than it helps, and then you look down your nose at that girl who's working behind the counter at KFC because she doesn't have what you do.
You think you're above every-fucking-one. Your animal brethren, human, dog, cat, bird, or any other creature, your friends, your family... you're above fucking everyone! YOU ARE GOD. YOU ARE -PERFECT-! And goddess forbid anyone step on your toes, because the second they do? You treat them as if they're your child, walking in to your chemically sickened house dripping with good, rich wet earth.
What the fuck is wrong with humanity? We fear animals-even other humans, we fear nature, we fear sickness (even MILD things like a cough), we fear EVERYTHING. Why? Because we've forced ourselves to live in these tiny little plastic-happy worlds. And it drives me through the fucking roof.
The next person who says an animal is here to serve them, I'm going to laugh at them.
The next person who whines because the paper is slightly ripped on their disposable straw and doesn't give a FUCK a tree DIED for that paper wrapped, I'm probably going to spit on.
The next person who thinks they're above everything... so -fucking- far above everything that it's just -pathetic-, I'm going to give in to bad karma, not fucking care for once and hope like crazy that they fall HARD and get a fucking reality check.
We're human. We belong in the jungle, gathering plants, without any electricity, running water, chemical frenzy or anything like that. Humans still live like this today... and yet we IGNORE our roots for reasons I can't fucking fathom.
And yes. I WOULD be happier scampering about in the woods. I wouldn't have to deal with these moronic FUCKWITS then.
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Your praying to the great lords internet with your complaints, and after they feed on your suffering, they shit out happynes. *drackar