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Beware. I have flames coming out of my ******** ears, eyes and fingers at the moment. If you read this, your computer might engulf itself in flames. So beware.



I can take a lot of s**t. I mean, I've taken s**t for as long as I can remember being alive. I've taken s**t from EVERYONE I can possibly imagine. I deal with this steamy s**t every day in a controlled, cool silence. I take it because I can. They're sending needles at me. I'm using them as Acupuncture.

One thing I do NOT tolerate is people telling me how the ******** to do my art.

art is my thing. its the only thing i have. and now everyone is like, oh, do this, do that, omg, you should do this instead of your idea, my idea is better, i got my idea from a billboard, you should copy this, do this, DO THIS!! SHUT THE ******** UP, EVERYBODY. I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE YOUR IDEAS. IT IS MY ART AND I WILL DO IT HOW I WANT TO, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I'm sick and ******** tired of EVERYONE telling me what the ******** to do with my art. Just let me do it that way that I WANT TO DO IT. It's my art. don't tell me how to do it, don't give me suggestions, just let me ******** do it. it's all i have in this life. i have nothing but my art and my friends, and obviously i dont have direct access to those, seeing as they all either live in other states or other cities. so BACK THE ******** OFF. it is the only thing i have that is directly ME, and that defines me, and when you stick your greasy a** nose in it, you ******** it all up, so GET OUT. look at my art, if you want. touch it. taste it, feel it, smell it, buy it, sell it, rip it, DESTROY it, I DONT ******** CARE, just STAY THE ******** OUT OF IT.

I have my friends. I have my wonderful boyfriend. The thing of that is, they all live in other cities and/or states. So I never get to see them, and I only get indirect contact with them at night after I'm done with the bullshit education system for the day. Art is the only thing that keeps me ******** sane, people. So just let me do it the way that it was MEANT to be...done by ME, and ME purely.

Hopefully your computer didn't catch fire. Sorry if it did. I send my apologies.
~Samara