I shall squash it into your faces with a firm hand: I shan't be posting Art any more in this place. The pleasantness is gone, melting away like a cube of butter on a hot pan. A burnt, toasty odour fills the air. I vomit. Once, twice... and then lean over, bending from the waist, and lick my hot sick right back up into my mouth.
I chew.
I've enjoyed deviantart while it lasted, before the blatant contracts and self-proclaimed abuses, but, if you haven't noticed, I haven't written a journal entry for nearly a year, and I haven't posted a piece of art work for even longer than that.

The blister is full of puss and ready to burst.

I have, over this past year, completed a vast amount of Art works, and urinated on a fair amount of others. None of them are posted here. I am an official Art Student now, and I no longer trust the impersonal world of the internet, what with all it's anal leakage. Besides, I feel the urge not to create art for others any longer, but for myself and myself alone. You've been a fine audience, now it is time for me to become a hermit, hord my trove of art, and die alone and without an heir, allowing the chinchilla-army free reign over the land I've created from soiled mattresses and melted plastic!
Pish-posh.
Fish-mosh....
Thanks for being there when I needed you, deviants...

and Fuck You repeatedly, deviantart.

So there, I shall end with sperm, and complete a full survey of bodily fluids.

(Takes a bow a retreats behind a curtain to the sound of crickets cheering like mad)