| The search for God is one of the most enduring drives of human kind. We all have a heartbreakingly powerful need to know why we are here. Some receive answers from established religions, and are satisfied with those answers. For some it is not enough. Some find the question itself superfluous and regard anything without evidence as nothing more than wishful thinking. But for every human being whose mind is not thoroughly satisfied with one answer or another, a type of terrible pain is endured. It is a unique pain, at once mixed with longing, anger, and terrible sadness. It is to these individuals that my art is dedicated to. It is to every person who has given up on life out of confusion and despair. It is to every person who has forced the questions out of their mind with dangerous drugs, and is now paying the consequences. To every human that has filled their Voids with Vices, I dedicate my art to you. |
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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I hope things are well for you, you know where to message me if you need it.
-Tiff
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Are we not all, Wasted Pursuits?
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if you don't understand me join the club if you want to look at my pictures and see the world through my eyes for a moment
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
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