I'M BACK!

Or not.

Purging this account was more exhilarating than I expected. Mainly because it reminds me of how badly I played and broke the game known as deviantART. Really though.

Let's look at the interesting fact that I've been on the front page more times than I can count on my hands and toes and I've received 3 daily deviations as well as seniority. All for the price of being a major dick who picks just the opportune moments to pretend to have a heart [which I don't, by the way. Not for a crowd of posers looking to reap the benefits of being a follower].

Admittedly, you're all not like that--in fact a good many of you are great people trying to improve yourselves as artists. But then there are those morons who do nothing but follow. Followers who enjoy sitting there and vacantly hoping someone notices you. They won't. Unless you're amazing beyond comprehension--but most of you aren't. Sorry, it's true. I have had countless people noting me and asking me to advertise for them or they'll sent me thumbnails of their art hoping I'll look. Most of the time I pretend I don't see them. I do. I just don't like you so I click the delete button and forget you exist. Not to be rude--well actually, to be very rude--I am just another pissant like the rest of you maggots.

I just know how to get attention. Which, many of you just tuning in missed the fun, I sure did get attention. And then, of course, I got bored. Once it gets to the point where you can write journals about taking a shit and make footer within the hour...well it gets to be... monotonous. I'm an artist, but I'm not a deviantARTist. I'm not here to compete for attention over things I take seriously. If that was the case, I'd have shown my charcoal sketchbooks.

Point is, that I keep straying away from, I came here with the goal to make deviantART a game of "how far can I go without getting banned".

Good news everybody! I can be a complete dickbag, shove it in your face, smear it around and still be here after all is said an done. [Maybe all of my "I care about you" posts and "I'm a terrible person" posts really made me seem like a troubled young person. Hm, perhaps I am troubled. Perhaps I do have mommy issues. [To which I must update and tell you I've told her to fuck off repeatedly, until it's almost become a delightful song. It's lovely. I never had any desire to rekindle. Oops.] But I'm still about as apathetic as I was when I started this account.

I'm proof that you can be utterly TALENTLESS and get attention.

I'm moving on with no chance of return and I'm going to be a giant asshole about it and leave all of my deviations in storage so you can see them "in storage" littered across people's front pages. actually, I lie, I'll be somewhere else on this site.

Building a new name, a new artstyle and maybe even a new face while I'm at it. I'll think about it anyway. I won't broadcast my new location. Because I wouldn't want the collection of you that need to drown in a pool of your own stupidity to follow me.

And if you're offended by that, baby, you're one of them.

It's been fun, but I gotta run.