A long, cold winter hath past; and at the dawn of springtime, a new art form rises. Living in such strange times call for strange expression. Our lives are filled with complex and numerous decisions. The idea of simplicity has long since passed.
"I am not a hipster." he calmly reminds himself.
"I am NOT a hipster."
When spoken aloud, those words can only mean one thing.
I am no artist. I am no writer. I am an imagination. Pure and simple.
When at a loss for words, a loss for ideas, there is only one thing left to do...vent...on the internet.
I am no pessimist. I am a realist. This is my reality.
A tree.
An elephant.
A nihilistic giraffe.
That is my world. May I share it with you?
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