UncleAstley Posted:

genericangstyposter Posted:

UncleAstley Posted:

genericangstyposter Posted:

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InsertCoins Posted:

UncleAstley Posted:

doesn’t fully encompbum the full gamut of despair that the human soul can go through, from the depths of existentialist angst to the shallow, muddy waters of apathy. all this picture displays is quiet rage displaced from its true source, identified with a certain vague nonchalance with the world.

your missing the e cirgreat timesflex in the pic in your sig son

its absence is what gives the picture meaning. the photograph is bounded by the absence of the cirgreat timesflex, centred around that void one instinctively feels when presented with the “e”: one says to one’s self, “there is something missing here”. it is that ambivalence, that vague unease, that best reflects the emptiness of life.

I love it when artists/writers **** up, because then they always say “Wait, I didn’t **** up,” and then expect you to swallow their bull****.

of course i did not expect any of you to appreciate my art. how can any of you understand the depths of my emotion, so suicciently conveyed to the world through the lens of a camera? nobody ever understands true genius in its own time. the world is not yet ready for such an awakening.

Dude, you talk like one of those people from that movie Elizabeth, only gayer, and talking about cameras and stuff. Go direct a gay porn, fabulous persongy McArtenstein.

what are you so afraid of, genericangstyposter, that you must hide behind such anger and aggression all the time? what do you fear, just beyond the shadow of your life, lurking in the penumbral darkness of your consciousness? do you too sense that void waiting to engulf you? are you afraid of that emptiness, afraid that if you were to name it, it would consume you too?

embrace that fear. it will not leave you now. it will not abandon you like your friends or family would. it would not ignore you after you call it 87 times in an afternoon when all you wanted was to hear her ****ing voice again over the phone while you slit your own wrists. it would not tell you that it’s not you, it’s her, that she needs some ****ing time alone. that blackness in your soul WILL NOT ****ING WANT TO BE JUS TFRIENDS WITH YOU

Dude. I thought you were going to be all like, “LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!” But instead, you shoved needles in your male reproductive organhole.