hear i stand at the beginning of path to being a grate artist, the same path that every artist is on. and WAAAAaaaayyyyy over there over mountains, and deserts and and rocks and squid infested canyons. is a pole with a little flag on it that says that says "goal". oh how i HATE that god damn flag, it stands there mocking me from on far with its cute flaginess. and what path wouldnt be coplet with out asshole bunnies placed throwout it to constantly fuck with you and chant "never gonna make it, never gonna make it."
fuck i should of been a rocket scientist it would of been easier. so hear i trudge, marching threw the fields of killer death cows and fighting of huge autonomous gerbils all so that one day i can say that im a good artist.

well all i can say is "im not a grate artist, but im working at it."