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GRAFFITI AND GRAFFITI INSPIRED ART
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- Apr 1
- United States
- Deviant for 18 years
- work-is-play.deviantart.com
- He / Him
I really am the internet's most eloquent muse, currently unattached and feeling lost. Friendly people in need of an honest opinion or a fresh perspective are well served here. If I'm not admiring something amazing then I'm not where I need to be. My passion for artistry is backed by a lifetime of active research as well as an uncountable number of fascinating conversations with knowledgeable professionals from all corners of the globe. It's a lot less formal than all of that on an average day, though, so fear not about being nerded into oblivion by a ranting lunatic or what have you. Weirdos who overvalue their own opinions annoy us all so I actively keep my enthusiasm in check so as not to startle the natives. XD
I am disabled with lots of spare time to kill. I haven't been inspired to create much art myself, but I love the dA community and check in on things here daily. If you dig graffiti, street art, stencils, video games, comic books or music then you're probably cool in my book so please don't hesitate to drop me a comment to let me know you exist.
My life has been spent lurking around two areas that have been instrumental in shaping the man I am. I'm proud of the fact that I built my own self into a shockingly effective unit that performs stupendously when aloud to run my own shit. I sculpted who I am with very little regard for what you'll think about me and startlingly this standoffish attitude has proven to be precisely what was needed in every situation I've managed to bumblefuck myself in to. If I'm not being shit on and disrespected by family in Colorado then I'm starving to death somewhere down there in northwest Florida, Tallahassee area. I am devilishly handsome, brilliant and stunningly clever. Your mother would adore me. Dogs love me, haters fear me and I attract attention as though I'm made out of tits.
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My page, hell, my whole existence is undoubtedly under surveillance. It's not my fault. I got into a rant war with some foreign asshole on one of my old blogs. The fucker used my blog's comment / review section to post a counter-rant full of stupid shit topped off with a somewhat ambiguous but fairly direct threat towards the life of the President of the United States of America (at that time), George W. Bush. If you have any sense at all you understand what must have happened as a result. Personally, the possibility of crazy super surveillance and agency investigations and shit does not frighten me. I'm not up to anything worth federal time or the time of the feds and it's not like I could do anything to change the situation if I wanted to, so that's that. So long as I'm not being harassed and my rights aren't being violated I remain unconcerned. Your opinion may vary. It is what it is, so if anybody is bothered by any of this then to them I suggest that they simply leave me alone.
That's pretty much all there is to me. Thanks for stopping by to check out my page and please don't forget to visit
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, passez une bonne journée.
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Went to eat lunch / dinner at 4 kings in town. Left my coat on my chair as I went to wash up in the men's room. When I got back to my table, I saw that the right inside breast pocket of my Carhart denim coat was strangely unzipped. I had a bottle of thyroid medicine in that pocket. I know for a fact that it was zipped because I intentionally put it in that zipper pocket so that it wouldn't fall out.
Two dudes had entered the diner and started playing pool at the pool table closest to my table. It was in the back room, in the corner, away from much of the rest of the crowd. The waitress had also come by while I was gone and place my iced tea on the table.
So, my best guess is that one of the three took a stab at my pockets in the hopes that they'd get a free clue or a free buzz, depending on the moral constitution of the freaks hounding me on this particular day. I never know, I just know they're coming.
criminals and cops are about the same damn thing in small town america, ladies and gentlemen. Fuckers damn sure aren't concerned with due process or legal search warrants, none of that shit. CROOKED FUCKING LEAKING SPYING CRIMINALS. PERIOD.
How does it feel to be the literal nastiest fucking thing on earth, dirty little pigs?