There are artists and also there are terminal art majors. I'm the latter. No W2 forms from selling art objects, I am not some stupid, nauseating dilettante .
Dilettantes are NFG. Histrionic pains in ass. Those individuals are shit, shit, shit. Terminal art majors do their things till death parts busy beavers from their exploits. We give a big fat fuck, for real, honest, heartfelt, about validity.
Dilettantes don't give a flying fuck about that crap. And substantive crap, it is.
By the fucking way, I took the photograph, above, and all photos used on blogs and other social media. My bullshit, poems, fiction, youtube videos, and photographs can be found on the internet. Seek, and yee shall groove on my many creative exploits. Peace.
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