You wake up and look around you, you remember that all your life you have had the urge to create, always felt the need to use what you have and what you like to get your ideas out of your mind and into the world. Your eyes drift over the window, and you start to think of the beginning of the universe.
It could have started with a large explosion, it could have started with god, it could have never started, but something did start. Millions and thousands of molecules were sent out into a space, that had certain rules they had to obey, and each had a certain property. Galaxies were formed, Suns sent light into space, planets were created, and under certain conditions some planets harbored life.
Molecules to bacteria. Bacteria to mollusks. Mollusks to fish. Fish to lizards. Lizards to mammals. Mammal to monkey. Monkey to human. Human to mind. Mind to intelligence.
Your mind is the only thing that exists outside physical restraints. It is different from anybody elses and is entirely individual. It has the ability to conceive everything and imagine anything. From this imagination comes the power of creation.
You get up and look at the adornment on your wall, what makes what I have to create so important and different from anyone else? Why should I even bother? You realize that no-ones experiences are ever the same, the set of possibilities that led to your creation, the people you meet and the people who influence you, your genes, everything that makes up your mind, is all different to anyone elses.
If creation is a reflection of your mind and your mind is completely different from anyone elses and is entirely individual then everything you create has never been done before. It doesnt matter weather the difference is big or small your creation is an addition to all the creation that has ever been created. If you were to put all creations that humans ever created and made it into a pool of water from which the entire human race grows and lives on, your creation would be like adding a drop of water to this pool. Who knows? It might even be like adding a whole bucket. As this pool grows and grows, what we know and the boundaries we push will continue to broaden, and begin to evolve into a whole new concept. A whole new planet. A whole new universe.
You begin to feel enlightened as you stare at the adornment on your wall, you begin to feel like you should tell all your friends about what you just thought, you begin to feel like you have a new real purpose, you feel like someone has just explained something to you that you always knew but never had put into words. You feel creative. CREATE.










Alright, you misinformed little boy. Obviously you are very bored, but that doesnt give you the right to walk around bitching at everyone else about your pathetic little problems.
Yea, maybe your artwork is good, and your style seems to fit you. I also think whining little bitch fits you too.
I have a newsflash: Everyone has their own style of art.
Heres another newsflash: YOU ARE NOT GOD. Who the hell gave you the right to walk around with the swagger you dont have, telling everyone their art sucks and blah blah blah?
All I hear is random gibberish that so often comes out of the mouth of my three year-old niece. And yes, you can take that as a gender insult too, because you are acting like a spoiled little girl.
P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. Theres a new word for ya. And look, I spelled it out for you too!
Does it look like the rest of us honestly give a shit? Im sorry your life sucks, and I honestly really do feel bad for you.
But I think I feel worse for your mom. How does she deal with the LOAD OF SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?
She probably gets enough of it coming out your back end.
So why dont you move on with your life ( or better yet, find one). You know what? I will help you.
There is this help-line you can call, its called KidsHelpPhone. You can find the number on the back of most of those little kiddie snacks that your mom packs in your lunch.
You dont like it? Too fucking bad.
GROW UP.
MMMMMMMM harsh isn't it?
And yet, it is not so hard! The rest of us have managed it, so... what seems to be the problem here, mister midmar person? Yeah, I'm her sister.
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Sync my heart in to your soul, but Tears will NOT fall.
Yea, maybe your artwork is good, and your style seems to fit you. I also think whining little bitch fits you too.
I have a newsflash: Everyone has their own style of art.
Heres another newsflash: YOU ARE NOT GOD. Who the hell gave you the right to walk around with the swagger you dont have, telling everyone their art sucks and blah blah blah?
All I hear is random gibberish that so often comes out of the mouth of my three year-old niece. And yes, you can take that as a gender insult too, because you are acting like a spoiled little girl.
P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C. Theres a new word for ya. And look, I spelled it out for you too!
Does it look like the rest of us honestly give a shit? Im sorry your life sucks, and I honestly really do feel bad for you.
But I think I feel worse for your mom. How does she deal with the LOAD OF SHIT THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH?
She probably gets enough of it coming out your back end.
So why dont you move on with your life ( or better yet, find one). You know what? I will help you.
There is this help-line you can call, its called KidsHelpPhone. You can find the number on the back of most of those little kiddie snacks that your mom packs in your lunch.
You dont like it? Too fucking bad.
GROW UP.
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Please remember that I am very emotional.
No, I do not mean that if you call me 'stupid' I am going to cry.
I mean that if you call me 'stupid' I WILL EAT YOU.
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Sync my heart in to your soul, but Tears will NOT fall.
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If you watch me, I promise I'll watch you.
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Ninjaarmy.
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Sync my heart in to your soul, but Tears will NOT fall.
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If you watch me, I promise I'll watch you.
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Ninjaarmy.
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Sync my heart in to your soul, but Tears will NOT fall.
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~Hawkiepaw
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Sync my heart in to your soul, but Tears will NOT fall.
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