Where did all the young people go? Really. No offense, but really.
It’s rather sad that people are influenced by the modernized scope of pop culture, whereas indie culture not so much. I mean how can we not look back at the greats (i.e. Keaton, Chaplin, Groucho Marx, Bergman), than look at people such as Lady Gaga?
Ridiculous. So depressing.
Anyways, people are changing and we should look at positively. As a modest approach to view potential endeavours. Oh heck, you can look at it any way you want to. Your choice.
Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.
Pablo Picasso
The below message is from Colin:
Hello this is Colin SHIT. And I am a shit. I want you all to know that I am very shitty for being a shit all those years. I am such a shithead. But I am not shitty. I love hard-drives. I stole yours for a good shitty reason. If you don’t shit know why I shit said the reason, then you are a shitted shit. I can’t rephrase this enough: LISTEN SHITHEADS! I am a shithead.
Or if you’d like more shit, facebook me @Shit. There you’ll find all the shit you’ll possibly find. Well shit, I am a shit. See you shits later…. Shit Taronno.
Shit,
Colin Shit
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Well that sums it up. From that message, I can say that it was, well “shit”.
Note: I never swear.
when i am someone else, i can’t reach out to the equilibrium of solitude. i overindulge in this “second” life, that i fear that i can’t break out… of it. but why must i fear? It is not something that is worthy of fearing. Or is it?
It is NOT.
you know something that I noticed within my productions ? i am slowly, but surely, growing my self-pride. hey, i know that it sounds enormously cliche… as we are filled with them, especially mindless, on a day-to-day basis. what a FRAGMENT!! ah, whatever. at some points in my life, i just say to myself: “don’t worry about authority, they will get what they deserve.” Wait. Some points are every point of my tireless, everlasting life. ~those points happen ALL the time.~
I have attained the end of this point.
TIME TO MOVE ON!
Thy rabbit glitters faster than we can speak. how come the amateur is hidden amongst the professionals ? supposedly, i will never know. the truth is yet to come. the truth is in the octopus. so robust, so intelligent, yet so innovative. thy octopus forthwith came upon my own belief. I do not know… I stand before us all….
And the octopus lives on…
the woman stands.
Source: theblogofreak