The previous story will resume shortly. Meanwhile, a message from a man.

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A SELF PORTRAIT of the artist made at about 8PM on a Thursday.*

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BVA WORK WEEKEND MONEY AND HOUSE HOLIDAYS DRINK FRUIT CLOTHES

THE ARTIST – This is fucking boring! I can’t relate with these people. Better crack a joke or something!

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THE ARTIST – I wanna fuck!

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THE ARTIST – I don’t know if I truly need to create art or if I just want to be perceived as an artist by strangers whose approval I really want.

THE ARTIST – I don’t have what it takes to create something new, true and meaningful…

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THE ARTIST – Despite being proved wrong on a daily basis, I somehow still think I’m better and deeper than all you prosaic fuckers! I’LL SHOW YOU! I’LL SHOW YOU ALL!

THE ARTIST – Snif…

Ugh God…

+ Yeah!

The End

* I know this is cliche and self indulgent, but that’s okay, because I’m self-aware, not only of that, but also of the cowardice and laziness of protecting myself behind a meta wall, instead of owning up and standing by my own words. I know.