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An Artist Creates Anger, Sadness, Love And Hatred. He Does Not Report

I was just surfing the web last night and checking out a bunch of blogs I used to read up on long time ago.

It was all a farce. I was a mere, tiny gear in their gigantic circle jerk of pretentious entrepreneurs who masturbate each other for validation and money.

As a writer who fucking loves to write and henceforth, an artist, it’s circle jerks like these that waylay you from being the great artist you’re meant to be.

An artist creates anger, sadness, love and hatred.

An artist does not report.

If you’re an artist, start feeling today.

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