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BY CLUELESS PAINTER>
MK MZODERN
MK MZODERN
The secret society of Graphic Designers In the secret society of digital media, the scott was the best. Even if the design of the man where so mundane and so profoundly not even exciting. Yet the people so profoundly lost in graphic design labeled the man, the savior. The Savior of course, was not reluctant to this praise and was rather joyous of the support and to teach the supporters of the man the ways of the man. Mundane designs and mundane tasks. Yet in the corner of the room was the outshadowed. The Outshadowed was hated by everyone else from being different and not cosigning to the beliefs they had indeed given him. The Outshadowed had trouble in this medium because of a bad professor and even bad tactics of classroom teaching. Yet he overcame. The oppression and thoughts of others and even thought of the man as his friend. Yet, the man was not his friend, nor was the mundane public. His designs excelled yet no one could see the light in them, they were rather jealous of him and his thought process even though they had not shed the blood or worked as he did to create the style in which he had done. When he saw the farrol people to be stealers and mind dwellers of dark, he distanced himself and like a knight to these fools. The Man, shadowed over him and his thoughts of moving web designs and was certainly jealous. Looking at him with great greed for his great thoughts in money making strategy which the Man, did not excel in. He just ignored the man and went on his way and that was that. Yet, the Man was just a woman. A woman once close to him, but just because the pain was too much, the ostracization for skin tone and texture of thought and mind, he just silence the thought of her as a woman, BUT THE MAN. The superman of procrastinating losers who had no hope of becoming real designers graduated from a real university.
CURRENT CLUELESS PAINTER
In this time of the year, much has happened and much change has resulted from my own actions. But from the actions of others. I have severe actions of destiny, that perplex me. How can people be so self righteous, to think they have the right to stay in their own little complex world where everyone looks and sounds the same. People so racist. People so evil, they cannot even sheath it. They are just like animals. I am starting to think that this earth is just a place for saints and demons. You are either in the light of the saint or the light of demons. People hardly know the real earth outside of the carion worlds they create for theirselves, family, friends and even co workers whom they like. But anyone else is an other worlder and cannot be touched. This is why unspeakable darkness is allowed to happen, because people turn a blind eye to issues, but no problem is too difficult for those who task theirselves to solve it. The society and the world we live in is a broken world where hostilities and evil of the darkest end are allowed to happen because people refuse to seek answers for theirselves and think for theirselves as actual humans are supposed to, many people are absent in thought. They lack their own actual characteristics and skill sets as actual people and actual adults and when they find they lack substance they must find some game to play with strangers. Look at me, why you look at me, you freak. They seem to say. They seem to be looking for a hero in theirselves by pitting everyone as a villian in their own self pity narrative, when in reality these people don't give a damn about this one person or people, they just want to live their lives in peace and safety and prosperity. That is all I want to do is live in peace, safety and prosperity. Not be bothered by people who refuse to actually live and are actually just dying and not living. I would like these people to get lives but that is something that won't happen. I would like to exclude the world from these merr-pyschopaths. Who think they are so important to not keep up with actual human behavior, and are so cute for falling into the depths of animalistic despair. If you look at a stranger and impact them with some type of crime that is made up like sharing eye contact, it shows you cannot think of them as a fellow human and are just plain evil cause you are looking to add striff, create ills and add problems when there is never a need to. Such a need to add evil places emphasis on a pyschotic nature to break everything down even others just for some abhorrent need like " everyone emphasis on me and my problems", or everyone who isn't like me should just die because I can not face the diversity of the world outside my family unit. Enough of pandering to crazy people. Down with the pyschopathic nature of the pop culture cringe. Let's make it smile! Better education in arts and thinking. The world would be a better place. So I have change things quiet a bit for this err,
the art teacher is a closet racist. In the event I took an art class. The teacher was a nice one. But the nice cruel. The nice cruel of the hanging past. All her acts where fake. And certainly she was annoying trying to cover up her false ambiguity. She knew that she picked on me too often. I was an artist who had better skill than her, yet I got no respect, she just continue to berate me and interupt on processes not even she knew how to do. She annoyed the living shit out of me and so did everyone of those foolish students who thought they were being taught actually art. For a 6th grade class maybe it was good, but for people in their 20s and up, it was a joke. Its as if the art teacher and the art itself was built on the principal of self defeating realm. That art could not be the prophecy of money but rather the prophecy of defeat. Why, in one art class could we actually learn methods to create all sorts of art and ways to make monetary gain. No complex methods,just rambling. These foolish children in adult skin thought this art class or art class 2 was anything special when it did not even reach to the principals of real world application and professionalism. But assume it be, art is professional. Art is a laughing stock when you have a racist shoemonger who just berates the only person who has a hell of a clue. The only person by the way is a certain type of individual. Not to class any alarm, but its obvious that she only came to bother me and not the people who really needed to be bothered. " Expert craft!"" Expert Design" " Expert Ware" Is all that came from this boundaryless folk of fool teacher who thought she was doing a world of cure, but rather just lining her own shill pockets. And not teaching people of art what they need to know. You are not going to have time to continue to take days to think about one pictures composition! You are not going to have time for bullshitting thinking you are modern van gogh incarnate and that you can be that pop artist but with macorni and chesse! You are not going to have a time for excuses. You are to thing of solutions and to reach convictions as soon as you can. Face it, no one can make enough money on some shrill canvases. You need to know modern ways of creating art and the actual market. Not some dilly day. On some painted when of ink! THINK! You BITCH.
I AM THE BETTER ARTIST and you are just a scavenger who should not even speak to anyone who knows the true struggle, you wrench disgrace to artists.
You damn closet racist.
cosmica and the mereverse By CLUELESS PAINTER
LOG #1 This weekend I undertook a journey to recollect a comic I did in the past,
as a comic of particular taste and particular styles and particular wears. It is identical to the first version and the events in the previous still fit in. Like the original it features the ability to add more installments within, but the trick this time is that you get to add things, stories to this story. As long as it fits in the perimeters. There are going to be manuals of one page length on the stories structure and how you can add to the story. I am calling this a puzzle comic, because many pieces fit in as well as pieces from the past version of the comic. Universally, this can be a tool, a hobby that pieces together a story as well as tells a way and of many ways to create a comic. You get to add to the story, anything that fits goes in. And these are the stories of MK MZODERN, puzzle comics. Indeed.
log#2 I was finally
amazed when I completed my comic Cosmica in the Mereverse in just two days if not three in overtime. Compared to last time, I am not going to just toss it somewhere and forget about it, rather, I am going to color it and continue to my next project. I am thinking of doing some fanart of different characters from different stories and even comic book versions of books I read as a teen and kid. As for drafting and that stuff, I am taking a break unless someone is paying for it to be drafted. I have no reason to draft any longer. And would like to resume other activities like writing. Working on moving media which I have no done in the longest while and more on websites and styling them. Will continue to make one series specials like Cosmica in the Mereverse for a while, how ever long I feel like doing at them.
madbadpeter
and his revenge against the design squad. VVith Such wicked looks and false intentions. Love notes never to be written. Diversity! None, in the class of shrill vaega. The teacher or instructor or conductor of distraught is just a fool. A tool for the playing that art is a fools game. The twitch of the nose, the contort of the eyes, she just can't explain this site of this person. This person so different from herself and everyone with some straightness in their locks. They can't image this fellow as a person who is better than them in art to every instinct. Except, they only see what they want to see and know what they want to know and not see the reality. None of them are real artists when not a real buck is made nor is anything changed by them. They get angry at anyone who truly has had to work for their vision. They try to rob you. The probably proper maroon of their life fantasy says goodbye and some do not like the over promoted maroon, because the doom of creativity is the emphasis of self solely. The Class of Design becomes more about you that it is teaching people how to succeed using these so called " necessary properties". These people can be confident and even pleasured when he shows anger and they laugh at him when he is dead. Hung, like some dog with fleas by their false ideologies and this my people is how a great deal of people die. Great deal of people die. People refuse to know the world. They rather know theirselves. But this mad " bad " peter is something other than bad, the hipster "bad". He is not going to crumble for your disbelief in his abilities. He will not die for you. He will not injure himself for you. He will wash you out just like the plague. He will sot you out and cut you out like the many knots in a boaters row. Of knotted rope and you shall know, the true pain of being an absolute burden to those who have worked hard to even survive as an artist to be mocked by a false practice of art like forging others artworks and calling that practice " art". Mocked by the own selfish metric of one twisted yet self centered, hardly understanding twit of failure. Art is not for this simple matter and yet slow matter of displaying picture by picture as the people who in the past have suffered to do. That is not art, that is just suffering. Lack of logistics and lack of actual communication of thought. You preach a life of suffering behind the ideals of dreams?! Do you even care for your own sanity and safety. Yet, you only care for your foolish mantra that whatever little artwork you even do can even be consider art. Just so you can try to make it big! Its all about you, not about the art. You haven't even traveled the real distance to be called an artist in any era! Mock the practice of the true and watch as slowly you are devoured by the end you ever so preach and ever so reap. You are no different than the supposed people you fear who dream of being drafted into the nba of nfl of a certain skin tone, yet never make it and wind up p.e coaches! You are that faggot, bitch. This is my revenge, there will be no spaces for your kind to hide in the world of art tomorrow.
V,a sheep in all this hate
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She sitting so white. She sitting so white. In the nice of the night that is the classroom in snow, not blowing bright. I was alright. I was not caring about you. But you keep looking toward me for answer and for question. Is it love or is it empathy. All the rest of the sheep want to murder me, but you just stay and stand so neutral. You stand so neutral. Yet, the paint of sheep of course, is falling off. Who are you? Why do you question me? Which such eyes? Do you know the story you tell which such pretty yet torn eyes. I am not a narrative of destruction and you are not going to tell me, who I be. I have got to be. Me, and you sheep, you sheep are in rage. Rage, in rage. Yet, you follow the dreams of yourself to not notice, you're murdering yourself. Yes, you murder yourself, YOU DO, when you look at anyone and define identify an identity for them, when you ain't even,you ain't even, know em at all. I see you ten feet tall looking down on five foot feet walkers and you talkers and your whiskers and wankers are so turned against the color of true creativity and diversity. So turned against creativity and diversity. You are. So turned from the tide you so seek. Archaeology ideally I do preach, but blood and guns you seek. To bring to an innocent man's peak, with those eyes. Only for one that are falling off. The end of a sheep in all this hate. You know all is for ransom, you know everyone is for ransom. As you are not a sheep in all this hate. Yet you look at me with such beautiful untempered eyes. Not a sheep in this hate, just tigers.
JUST TIGERS Horofixx Jimmy
progress 16 Next objectives:
variants of essays based on dimensions. spidergirl variance the tapestry as graphic novel hedo yourei balck burston chasing vermeer pictures with stints. find me! match transferred into a picture book.
minijam comics
apollo K-girl SIGH GOGHe the midapoci academy team baseball and mentions Neoind. Game of Ventures with Number H!
possible nexts:
hippist the hoppist timemadiensgaidens egyptain fairytail egypt99 danny valero eo37 harkeyse black magic supreme polards third ring jake and the morphs. +others mentioned in magazine In this new style, we will only travel one by one. While draft work is completed in the background. tasks can and cannot be completed.
Not the same as the strict regulations of catch up.