I feel bad for real artists, slaving away over tasteful, meaningful, educated compositions. This right here is the digital equivalent of stealing your big sister's brand new box of crayons, wearing them down to stumps scribbling all over the walls, then eating the nubs and barfing on the carpet.
Sure, there's guilt involved, but it just feels sooooo good.
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1 comments:
Yes, and you secrete talent; it oozes uncontrollably and autonomically from your pores and even unconsciously from your orifices.
Great picture. Excellent post.
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