Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Artists are Criminals..

An Artist is almost always a mentally ill person, and Art is just the recorded documentation of an unstable crazed aforementioned person, who likes to make "A MARK" that is theirs... like a half mental monkey who wants to play in a couple of dimensions...

Dont let Your kids go close to Them.. at any time... they are almost always a Pain in the arse.. 

Very few of them are sane or moral, and will seek sex with children at every opportunity... they are both dynamically and esoterically absolutely tainted miscreants of hidden prejudice who sometimes catch the Zeitgeist... but more often than not.. waste their lives minds and opportunity's... and give in to selfish pursuits of a Cocktail chemical nature.. Artists are rarely trustworthy people, just look at the Cunt with the Tent... her tent was her Cunt.. 

Tracy Eminem.. might as well be; sounds cool.. She is a Rapper of self rape, who uses mens dicks names to write a diary of Fornication... She just had a Bastard.. its got to be if She is the mother, not of invention but a convenient Virgins birth, just like bastard Jesus.. who is the son of rape.. not divine conception... So Tracy is no better than the Whore who gave bith to the fictional CHRIST... the truth is... a good Person can come from bad parents.. they pay off the debt of evil with their goodness... as if... Artists..


They Eat like pigs, make love like rats in a sewer... have the biggest egos, only out-sized by their libidos... which are constantly in use with plenty of exercise and plenty of friction... as Sex without friction is Fiction... i.e. all in your mind...

Careful that cocktail will kill you: What is a Cock but a "sting that replicates the stinger..." Life is an infection from insect/people who are morbidly obsessed to infect.... Sex is the "tiny toilet" of Desire.... where all the come is drained... get out the toilet in to the rubic-cubicle... where every poo is recorded...


nothing spoils a good shit more; than A: no toilet Paper... B: No flushing...... at a party you get idolised as the leaver of a Prehistoric turd from a Wild beast... a Toilet is a Hard Mother: that U worship in times of need.. where most blood vomit and untrimmed abortions block the sewers .. yes I love the concept of sewers.. a place where ALL OUR WASTE gravitates as one...

like our souls should be?...
but unfortunately humans no longer are known to have souls, the 1950's models on only have a very slow simple USB 1 interface... they are now built without it: in fact they are now autonomous digestive systems that need no silly soul..

as they are now categorised as "Feral vermin" who eat the profits of poor people into legalised theft called Taxes not to be confused with TAXI's... they are like a hired pair of shoes... that you never own...

but are fun if you have the right tight genitals .. pay for the ride with a ride... but that sounds immortal .. I'll get back to U... I have to work out the diagnostics of the philosophical implications... so it's Rape now Pay Later... I guess...

like it always is...


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