Artiste ou Genius?

Artiste ou Genius?

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WpMetadataReadTerminé mer., janv. 13, 2016<5 mins
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What is an 'artist'? What is a 'genius'? Well, what ol' me here, can tell you what an artist and what a genius is. Maybe (if bothered), I can try to traverse through the partition between them. So theres's artists: the creatives, the cultured, maybe even the mad. Honestly, I don't believe these sculptors, manipulators of reality. They believe they're free beings, they choose to believe they don't follow rules because they are artísts; illogicals. The truth is, every mad man follows at least rule: 1. Don't follow rules. Then there's the genius. Typically known for possessing abundant knowledge. A typical career path for a genius would be a 'scientist'; a more specific type 'physicist'. But I have one question. Scientists examine their test results for a clear outcome, usually the outcome will be successful for them. Right? Artists use a specifically different route to get to their destinations by challenging or de-fabricating reality itself through abstract, visual representations or even misrepresentations, usually of society if not clear in the previous sentence. Are the mad our real trainers? The people who took apart of reality as it is and shaped it into something impossible, or is it another piece of misinterpreted reality? They expected you to decipher their calls behind all that misshapen, heavy, dark, colourful, patchy reality and... you understood, most understood. ''I'd like to introduce a new student to class today'' ''Her name is, Society.'' Society today has seen the ombre of Artíst and Genius', but enough about those two. Allow me to introduce Society. Society: given name to a cult of an evil bunch and their mirrors who try to hide the windows. Hello fellow readers, if you're aching for my crazy elaboration of society please read on to my next book ''Mirrors''. Thanks for reading, remember ''thrive the thrill'' -lescribe
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The world is screwed up place. Everyone in it just wants peace when it isn't promised to nobody. We work for ourselves to try to improve our ways of life only for someone who has more to take it. Everything is about monetary gain and if you don't got the green you better have a way to survive. Help wont come when you need it. There is no home and having shame is a simple thing of the past. We all tell people to have hope. We tell them that if they work hard enough that change will eventually come and with that change they will find their happy ending. I've watched humans kill for that happy ending. I've committed murder when a tyrant thought to torture the only good thing in this world I have ever found in this fucked up place. Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it. Yeah, you heard right. I am no saint. This world is far from cupcake and t ,rainbows and their isn't not one soul that could tell me different. I have had to fight to survive since the day I lii I broke out of an egg into this world. No one has ever known where I came from and from the moment I got here I've never know any kindness. I have always been the odd one out because I was different. I'm not talking different just because the color of my skin. I'm talking different because when I get well and truly pissed I turn into a vicious monster. I'm not talking a kiddie monster like the one that creeps under your bed while you are sleeping or chooses to hide in your closet. I'm the type that you cant get away from. I travel through space and time. If I want you, I will have you. I have the powers of invisibility on my side, and you will never see me coming. There is no one that can catch me because I can poof away at the drop of a hat. If that doesn't scare you than the thousands of scars on my body and my size definitely will. But who cares about that shit anyway. Looks aren't everything. I am Maximus.

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