Watch List: Art Thieves

________MustDie {STATUS: OPEN}

There's way too many of these accounts, if I have each and every one their own chapter this book would be full in a week

These accounts I believe are run by the same person who basically picks an account of an artist and tries to bash them.

For the most part they have two books
- An art book of stolen art from the person they think should "die"
-A "Why you should hate _______" book, which is usually full of lies and homophobic slurs.

These accounts are all huge irony trains.
CHOO CHOO MOTHERF*CKER

They follow the person they attack, probably so they'll get noticed.

To the people who are targets of these:
Don't believe a word they say
You are all beautiful, awesome people and they hate you because they ain't you.

And this is probably a horrible choice of song given the circumstances but here.

"Epiphany" Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

I had him!

His throat was bare beneath my hand.

No, I had him!

His throat was there.
And he'll never come again.

[Mrs. Lovett]
Easy, now
Hush, love, hush.
I keep telling you ...

[Sweeney Todd]
When?

[Mrs. Lovett]
What's your rush?

[Sweeney Todd]
Why did I wait?
You told me to wait.
Now he'll never come again.

There's a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And it's filled with people
Who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.

But not for long ...

They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett
Tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett
There are two kinds of men
And only two.
There's the one staying put
In his proper place
And the one with his foot
In the other one's face.
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett, look at you!
No, we all deserve to die.
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I.
Because the lives of the wicked
Should be made brief
For the rest of us
Death will be a relief.
We all deserve to die.
And I'll never see Johanna
No, I'll never hug my girl to me.
Finished!

All right!
You, sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit
Your good friend Sweeney.
You, sir, too, sir
Welcome to the grave!
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation.

Who, sir? You, sir?
No one's in the chair, come on, come on.
Sweeney's waiting.
I want you bleeders.
You, sir. Anybody!
Gentlemen, now, don't be shy.
Not one man, no, nor 10 men
Nor a hundred can assuage me.
I will have you!

And I will get him back
Even as he gloats.
In the meantime
I'll practice on less honorable throats.

And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!