In the end we are all the same, good, bad, the hurt, the unhurt, rich, poor, smart, stupid, in the end it really, and truly, doesn't matter, no matter who you were and what you've done, all you've accomplished, we are all gonna be in the ground someday.
People can take away your tools to express art, they can take away your ability to make art, or appreciate art, or even possess art.
But they can't take away your mind, you will always have an imagination, you will always be able to fantasize until the day you die. So fantasize about whatever fucked up stuff you like, and jack off to your hearts content. People can never take away your right to think.
Even if i could never draw or share art again, I'll always have my mind until the day I die.
So whatever man, love you, love being you, think freely because it's the one thing you truly own.
You think, there for you are.
Your thoughts are the truest form of art, and nothing can stop that except sweet death.
That's been my idle hippie nihilist rant for today. Enjoy the rest of your day, or don't, it doesn't matter.
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