Why are you even on Tumblr if all you do is comment the most vile and uneducated shit on posts that have nothing to do with you? Take your Trump praise and your old, unfunny ass back to Twitter.
I am not a Trump fan, and never voted for him. But I see the evils that the Leftists are selling (and have been selling for over a century) and the idiots who suck it up. Idiots like you and every other person that wants their hedonism to go on unchecked; that wants their free everything; that wants to run and hide behind Liberal government, even when that government takes away individual liberties and locks people up in their own homes? And as far as education goes, I have more education and sense than you could ever amass, and I use my intellect in far better ways than you and those like you. You, however, want to shriek at people who disagree, seek to get them canceled, and say worse and more vile things than I ever have. And never once do you employ reason and logic to see the Liberal plots for what they really are. But you gobble down all the MSM trash and the political narratives (pronounced LIES) that Lefties throw your way. So, yeah, therein lies the vitriol, pathetic "anonymous" person. You don't even have the temerity to use a name or handle that isn't veiled. That is referred to as being chicken shit. And I have little care or time for cowards. Yes, that means you.
So: Do piss off. And leave me to my First Amendment rights. And I don't hang about Twitter, you assumptive POS.
I'll pray for you, but I think we both know you're beyond the reach of God or salvation.
I love that this art lover chronicles art history, thusly sharing her or his knowledge and appreciation of art, artists, and the varying degrees of nuance, subtlety and life that art and its creators breathe in to the world. And the anecdotal send-up for this entry made me smile because it let me know that this contributor has passion for art and deliberately (and adroitly, I might add) sought out little known information about Hopper's benchmark masterpiece. Well done!
(So says a ridiculous artist and kook named Wes ...as well as a thousand other names...)
June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.
This was captivating... at once quietly powerful and resoundingly human...
Reuben Henry - Non Violence. Natural Records. 1968.
My favorite piece of outerwear: The I-love-me Jacket. Ahhhhh, good times!
(It's kinda like the thunder shirt they sell for doggos easily stressed and upset by thunderstorms and loud noises. I highly recommend and endorse these. Hmmmm... maybe there's a Shopify or Etsy specialty store in the near future...)
That IS sexy. I love a woman with a brilliant, GOTCHA sense of humor. Sexy as fu**.
I believe that Sheep Singers is a better term...
Or is that unfair to Sheep? Does it detract from the creative powers that Sheep possess and these "entertainers" don't?
Calling a Japanese internment camp survivor a tool just cause you want to keep engaging in Holocaust denialism in peace is very brave, Herr Goebbels.
What are you talking about, little troll?
Before you answer that, please, do go fuck yourself.
Nothing else need be said. Roll on, and rise above. Period.
Bad press… The artist deserves a much better write-up from someone a bit more articulate and with an attentive eye to correcting poor copy and composition. Try being less cute; instead, apply a little bit more attention to detail and content. The effort rewards itself.
These are merely suggestions, relevant if you are aspiring to reach a broader audience. Poor editing is an instant turn-off for a lot of educated readers, including yours truly. I know I’m not perfect, and I’ve made errors, but I'malso conscious of those facts and take the time to clean up my copy before posting. Just sayin’…
Yohey Horishita is a Japanese freelance illustrator based in New York City. He was born in Kagoshima, the capital of Kagoshima Prefecture in Japan, and raised in this Deep South of Japan. Yohey moved to Jacksonville, Alabama alone, and graduated with BFA and MFA in Illustration from Savannah College of Art and Design. Now he lives in NYC, but has never lost his Southern belle personality and love in soul food. He has such an intricate sense of colour, complexity in line works, and also unique creative solution in his illustration, which gives him ability to work extensively. Follow him on @Tumblr. via
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posted by Margaret
Truer words are seldom spoken...
Another year, more disappointments. Live keeps moving whether you're living it well or poorly. Birth, death, friends lost, hopes faded and hope rekindled. Do you feel neglected? Abused by reality? It's easy to blame others for your lack, but that doesn't overcome your misery. The answers to your life are within yourself. You won't find them if you don't risk the search. At least pretend to be a famous explorer and go deep into the jungle that is you soul. If you seek, you will find things, and even if they aren't what you think you want, consider them more deeply, and you will find clues to what you should be searching for.
Jack
Can you kill yourself for fun please?
If you like, go right ahead. No one's stopping you...
But killing yourself for fun doesn't seem that fulfilling... and seems rather tedious. But wait, that's YOUR specialty: Tedium...
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