Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Artist Hissy Fit Number 34.

When I start leaving sketches all over town with 'fuck this' type messages scrawled all over them then I know it's time to move.

Tonight's teenager like crap reads; "You can spit on my art/work for free! Your spit might make the World a better place".

Fuck me. Idiot. It came after collecting 20 Centimos in about 3 hours. It was a beautiful sketch as well.

Nevermind - move on. But, where?

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