That. Is not. Art.
If you think it is, you are retarded.
It says nothing. It means nothing. It is just as much art as it would be if the artist wiped his ass and framed the toilet paper.
Archive for August, 2007
For lack of better words, depressing anniversary
Author: CamAug 7
I’m sad. It sucks. But it’s for good reason.
Remembering makes me cry more than it makes me smile, but I promised I’d keep standing beside you. And I will, because I can’t do anything else now.
A Field of White Flowers
Author: CamAug 1
You know how you have those days where you love everything about yourself, and those where you hate everything about yourself?
Yeah.
On another note, many hugs and love goes out to Dawn.