What exactly the fuck is wrong with people?
I wanted to write you all a nice story about a great accidental rendezvous, but instead I'm fucking spewing hot lava over seeing my name continually appearing on messageboards, with comments attached like:
- ...i admire the dedication knifey showed.
but why does the lightning bolt have to say "knifey"
that kinda ruins it for me.
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It's such old news it even has pigeon shit all over it- literally!
But why can't people fucking relax and stop being so utterly negative all the time?!
It feels like no matter what I do it's doomed to failure, because people are so keen to rip it all down!
Seriously, so fucking what?
I did a sign.
I like the fucking thing!
Yeah, I put my name on it, like I do everything I make.
What? Am I the only one in the world who does this all of a sudden?! No-one faxed me the memo! I feel like the laughing stock of the entire office here!
Does this mean the band I have set up, that I fucking ADORE, and that everyone involved fucking ADORES, is going to play to no-one but sad fuckwits who all say they can do it better, when they do nothing?
Should we just give up, because you fuckers can't give props when they're due?
For fucks sake! When was the last time you got off your ass and spent a heap of money and risked imprisonment for something you believed in?
What's that? Never?
EXACTLY!
All these comments from people who don't do shit, either for themselves or for anyone else, and they want to accuse me of being a pretentious egoist because I follow my heart and make art, then give it to the street for free?
I'm a bastard because I share, and ask for nothing in return?
Quick! Throw me in here-
Or in here-
Because I'm not going to stop.
You can say what you like, it doesn't change the fact that I'm out there doing shit in the real world, and trying to add colour to this amazing thing we all share called life, while you sit back and whinge about it from behind your armchair.
No, I don't think I'm a good artist, and no, I don't regard my output as anything special.
But I'm doing what I can, and that's all anyone can do.
So quit your fucking gasbagging and either fuck up forever, or go do something to make me look stupid in comparison.
Go show me up, you fucking experts!
Do something so amazingly genius-tastic, that even i will be forced to give you props because your talent and awesomeness can be clearly seen from space.
But don't cut me down for making a fucking street sign, it just makes you look like a bitter, talentless, dried up smear of jizz on the urinal of failure.
People even fucking hassle me for writing a fucking blog for fucks sake!
Like, "you must think you're so important, to talk about yourself as much as you do...everyone that reads your drivel is a brainless fool".
Is that right Fuckmaster?!
Or maybe, we're all a bunch of intelligent and emotionally open people who like to get together and read each others life stories, and made up stories, and laugh, and cry, and operate on levels that robotic jism researchers like yourself will never compute!
Maybe we don't think we're special at all, but when we show our wares on here, and it touches another soul in another part of the world, THEN we feel special?
Maybe, we're just trying to be positive, or to vent, or to get some appreciation because we live somewhere that is about as interesting as cat piss, and our husband couldn't give less of a fuck about our deeper thoughts if he tried.
Or maybe we're desperately trying to get all the stories out of our head, because we have a brain tumour, and it's eating our memories away daily, and soon, we're going to die, and all our thoughts and feelings and emotions and experiences and joy and sorrow and mystery is going to be gone for good.
I know bloggers in both of these scenarios...are they assholes too?
Realistically, I think those with no passion should fuck off, and have their mouths stapled shut if they ever try to talk shit about a creative person.
It's like a dung beetle giving a total vacuum advice on sterility.
Critique is fine, do it.
But verbal shitslinging is just wasting everone's time...
GET A FUCKING LIFE.
As with all bad things, a good thing has come out of it all.
While looking on Google for images of angry volcano's, I found this awesome pic, that totally chilled me out and made me feel better.
The 'fuck' count for this post = 21.
I can do better, I just know it.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
4 comments:
Yep. You can get the fuck count up to 50 without even breaking a sweat.
The funny thing about this situation, not that you getting dogged on is comic, but these shitfuckflingers most likely have blogs of their own.
Suckas.
Who they fooling?
NO ONE!
And their blogs are all like: OMG! WTF? LOL! LMAO! Here's a pic of my petunias (overexposed photo insert here)!
They are stoopid, and not in a funny way. Do what you do, and do it well. That'll eventually shut them up, and they'll wish that they knew you before you got all REALLY famous and shit.
fuck 'em.
oooo knifey i love it when you use the word fuck like that.. you know what.. jealousy shows its head in many many forms and that is just one of them.. they put you down because they know they can never be like you ..
They hate you because you are brave. Your braveness gives you a credibility that they could never achieve alone. You are brave enough to be yourself and people fucking hate that. It makes them look small. And they are thinking "Why didn't I come up with that?" and their jealousy is palpable. There's that word I like. Palpable. It sounds like an organ. Be proud of yourself, because unless you are, no one can really join you. It's a lesson I'm still learning.
Check this out!!!
It's now almost November of 2006, and the lightning bolt in question is almost 2 years old. But you can't see it because someone STOLE IT. They climbed 17 feet in the air and used tools to remove my bolt, but left the sign in the middle.
Did they like it that much?
Or were they jealous fucklords of they type outlined in this post, who felt lead to tear my contribution down?
Either way, it's fine by me. Cherry Bar has commissioned me to make another one, all expenses paid.
Suckaz.
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