It doesn't matter. None of it matters. Stop talking. Fucking draw. Every god damn art book I pick up is a useless wordy piece of shit. I give up. I thought I could learn something from a fuck like Lumis but I can't, all I can do is draw draw draw draw draw because words are useless, worth fuck all, fuck words, they can't help you in drawing. Stop listening. Start doing. Fuck all the know it all assholes telling how, fuck them, just fucking do it. I didn't become a good cook from shitty fucking retarded ass dead words (all words are dead vomitous things) in cook books I learned by cooking, and making hundreds of shitty, awful, crap, but I didn't give up and stop cooking half way through, I finished the crap, and then I ate the crap, and I used that suffering as a reminder of what not to do next time.
or at least, a god of illusions. You are Loki, you are Mysterio, and they're lame as fuck.
In theory intellectual property is a great idea, it protects artists from being devalued. In practice, with bad actors, it is nothing but a way to hold a monopoly over an industry, if someone comes up with a new song you can just sue them for using a note that also appeared in one of your songs, and because you have the money of industry on your side you will be able to outperform your victim in the courts. Now you are the controller of what people see and hear, you are god.
THE ARISTOCRATS!!!
https://youtu.be/aGA0dIz9-Wk
in case you thought perversion was a new thing
Member berries
https://youtu.be/6qQJvUfBDOQ
alt right would be alive and well if it hasn't purity spiraled, good job kicking all those icky pedos and zoos out assholes, now everyone will vote blue and they'll take the guns away and that's when the real pozzing will begin, we just wanted to be left the fuck alone and to be able to defend ourselves, but no, redhat crackerniggers spit in the faces of the degenerate anons, the loli lovers and monster fuckers, the geniuses, the gods among men. And for it they will live in a damned world they themselves damned to hell, all they had to do was accept us, that's all they had to do.
The Trench