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I haven't been feeling passionate enough to upload this, I think. My lethargic descriptions do no justice to the kind of hate and bile that inspired this; so to complement Monny and her boyos I'll just continue with a copy/paste propaganda hurr:
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I HATE people who try to seem deep over the internet.
GIVE US YOUR PROM PICTURE, SHOW US YOUR AMBIGOUS WORDCHOICE LETS PUT AN X HERE AND A SLASH-SLASH BRACKET THERE. COLON COLON DOT.
PLEASE. Don't gimme that shit. Fucking /please/. Revolting.
PARODY and POMP. Make yourself come off as SUPERIOR and INTELLECTUAL. I've thrown out whole things because I have not the space to fully /explain/ them. Teasing little leading titles on random images and entries just to make yourself appear more intune with your rapid decay =/= concept. art. higher intellegance.

just no.

Your scene your fandom your cult your fucking culture. Fuck all of it. I want to burn it to the ground and kick everyone in the face. Irritated.
You want something NEW something SHINEY something TOTALLY ORGANIC but rips the genitals off of anything you've EVER [verb]ed before.
And yet you compose restrictions, additions, limitations that are simply fucking arbitrary only to further niche out your little hole in popHistory.
The Name on Everyone's Tongue. The Face on Everyone's Shirt. The Words in Everyone's Ears. Mimic Rinse Wash Repeat; this is your fandom, your following, your scene. You kill every weed in the cracks for purity, and outcast anyone who would fucking DARE mix and mingle taste.
Fucking mudblood mongrels of music and fashion and art with no proper home or listing. How can we buy what can't be canned and sold in a wiki or a profile? What's your IMAGE? Who's face did you rip that mask off of and who's skin are you wearing?
It's "PIEGIONHOLE YOURSELF OR DIE" in this live-fast fuck-free world. And I grow so weary of these walls. The strings. The so-called self-imposed rules of what your interests are. We're killing porductivity as we always been, at eachother's throats because of some band or comic or TV show. You scream "IS NOTHING SACRED?" and I spit: "Get the fuck off your highhorse and come down here. The two shits you give for your movement are two shits more putting weight on a tired concept. The legs are weakening and we'll all wake up facedown in a pile of festering waste."
Im tired and angry and volitile and I want to kick my own ass for it. I want to slam a fanfuck's head against a wall; shove my boot down a tenyearold teenie-bop's nostril. Scream at the top of my lungs because Im DROWNING IN THIS FILTH.
My personal apocolypse sees the death of everything you held dear because you so oh knew about it when it was still gasping in the mud. My heel will come down on it's head and I won't care.

because nothing's sacred when nothing's free.

Don't act like you didn't think of it already.
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yeah, this goes out to all the [____] in the house.

She's all Guadalupe because I thought it'd be interesting, and I was watching History Channel, which is now "THE HITLER AND JESUS SHOW!!!" incase you forgot to watch some.
[and. ps. people because simply being a comic-person doesn't make her more of a comic and less of a people. but the galleries are wicked fucked right now; try browsing if you don't know yet; so I don't think it matters.]

Description
I haven't been feeling passionate enough to upload this, I think. My lethargic descriptions do no justice to the kind of hate and bile that inspired this; so to complement Monny and her boyos I'll just continue with a copy/paste propaganda hurr:
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I HATE people who try to seem deep over the internet.
GIVE US YOUR PROM PICTURE, SHOW US YOUR AMBIGOUS WORDCHOICE LETS PUT AN X HERE AND A SLASH-SLASH BRACKET THERE. COLON COLON DOT.
PLEASE. Don't gimme that shit. Fucking /please/. Revolting.
PARODY and POMP. Make yourself come off as SUPERIOR and INTELLECTUAL. I've thrown out whole things because I have not the space to fully /explain/ them. Teasing little leading titles on random images and entries just to make yourself appear more intune with your rapid decay =/= concept. art. higher intellegance.

just no.

Your scene your fandom your cult your fucking culture. Fuck all of it. I want to burn it to the ground and kick everyone in the face. Irritated.
You want something NEW something SHINEY something TOTALLY ORGANIC but rips the genitals off of anything you've EVER [verb]ed before.
And yet you compose restrictions, additions, limitations that are simply fucking arbitrary only to further niche out your little hole in popHistory.
The Name on Everyone's Tongue. The Face on Everyone's Shirt. The Words in Everyone's Ears. Mimic Rinse Wash Repeat; this is your fandom, your following, your scene. You kill every weed in the cracks for purity, and outcast anyone who would fucking DARE mix and mingle taste.
Fucking mudblood mongrels of music and fashion and art with no proper home or listing. How can we buy what can't be canned and sold in a wiki or a profile? What's your IMAGE? Who's face did you rip that mask off of and who's skin are you wearing?
It's "PIEGIONHOLE YOURSELF OR DIE" in this live-fast fuck-free world. And I grow so weary of these walls. The strings. The so-called self-imposed rules of what your interests are. We're killing porductivity as we always been, at eachother's throats because of some band or comic or TV show. You scream "IS NOTHING SACRED?" and I spit: "Get the fuck off your highhorse and come down here. The two shits you give for your movement are two shits more putting weight on a tired concept. The legs are weakening and we'll all wake up facedown in a pile of festering waste."
Im tired and angry and volitile and I want to kick my own ass for it. I want to slam a fanfuck's head against a wall; shove my boot down a tenyearold teenie-bop's nostril. Scream at the top of my lungs because Im DROWNING IN THIS FILTH.
My personal apocolypse sees the death of everything you held dear because you so oh knew about it when it was still gasping in the mud. My heel will come down on it's head and I won't care.

because nothing's sacred when nothing's free.

Don't act like you didn't think of it already.
-----------------------------------------------------------
yeah, this goes out to all the [____] in the house.

She's all Guadalupe because I thought it'd be interesting, and I was watching History Channel, which is now "THE HITLER AND JESUS SHOW!!!" incase you forgot to watch some.
[and. ps. people because simply being a comic-person doesn't make her more of a comic and less of a people. but the galleries are wicked fucked right now; try browsing if you don't know yet; so I don't think it matters.]