>>49465>"overly flowery faux eloquence"-
wut
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If you actually fucking READ what I wrote, I said nothing more than: "Here's a picture I drew that's relevant to this thread's theme. Also, what are the odds that Sugar Roll Art and I posted two pictures so closely related to each other completely independent of one another in the same twenty minutes? That's kinda funny, lol." If you equate me using high school level words like "machination" and the Shakespearean "coincidence" puts me on the level of execrable modern artists, word-vomiting peak pretentious gobbledegook to portray in vanity their sometimes literal excrement as the greatest work of art since the Mona Lisa and a weapon to surpass Metal Gear, I don't know what to tell you... Except, do you know of the nation of Oceania from George Orwell's 1984? Part of the reason it was such a dystopian shit-hole country is because its people allowed the ruling English Socialist Party (INGSOC) to butcher language until the people didn't have so much as the vocabulary to form an independent thought.
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To be perfectly honest, the reaction I was expecting from posting my art with what I thought was an amusing factoid was at worst nothing and at best various well-meaning but paltry "Good job!"s. Instead, the first anon who responds was that uncouth, confrontational cunt, and I thought: "Oh so that's how you're going to be? Well let's see how you like it when I'm ACTUALLY wielding my words like an indecipherable cudgel, while also putting the fault back upon you, asshole." And that's when you all lost your collective shit.
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Stew on that irony; so many of you smeared me as autistic, but the rage expressed against me is the kind of madness that only comes from the cognitive dissonance of being confronted with something that exists outside one's miniscule comfort zone, or when being shown something about yourself that you can't stand.
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So, was I trying to serve this thread a gold-plated shit explosion sandwich by posting my art? No, not even remotely. Look at how much less effective I was when I was trying to get under my antagonizers' skins. Stirring up this much unprevoked, unsolicited rage isn't something that can be learned, or taught; or even called on command; it's a GIFT: a weird, fucked-up, inopportune gift.
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I>49469
Nope. You're more wrong than a bishop butt fucking a missionary over the sacrament altar using annointed oil as lube.
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Even if I was, you know what the absolute worst thing you can do to handle an attention-hungry narcissist is? Give them attention.
