Art is my drug. I write original junk and pass it off as a masterpiece to use as a metaphor for life. We are no longer free as long as we pad our life with the media's false promises and inanities. I scream "Look beneath the concrete that gives us the impression of blandness, break free, think for yourself, paint, weld, perform, experiment with your passion. Strip your creativity, let the world see your nude mind uncluttered by other people telling you what to think. Learn to LIVE again"
He brushed the dust off the sculpture, gently tracing over the unseeing eyes and the scales, which had been painstakingly chiseled into black stone one by one. He imagined the soft rhythm of its wings, heard those great claws crack after centuries of stillness. A masterpiece... an absurd and glorious icon.
Once upon a time a king's subject was making a nude sculpture or her liege. The king thought that she should use concrete to complete the masterpiece. He got really mad when he realized that the concrete was over when whe was forming the sculpture's dick. He ordered her to paint this important part so that the people of the realm wouldn't have the impression that his virility was just a metaphor xD
An young nude model of twelve years of age had sex with a fallen angel. Then after the fallen angel was convicted of statutory rape. The twelve year old nude model dealt drugs. Eventually she started using and her foot turned purple from gangrene. She died.
Hey, no one said the story had to make sense and be happy