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So you know the seriousness, I’m going to be typing like a civilized person now.

I’m phasing out of tumblr. Like all social medias, eventually it succumbs and expires past its usefulness. While I will continue my arts (cause breaking shit is always dope), posting them on here has lost its glory. It has became a boring chore to fill entitled to post stuff here. It’s dragged the fuck on. I moved onto better stuff currently to do, better ways to spend my time then pad this studio any further with stuff anyone can do. Nobody’s fault really. It’s just a tumor I gotta remove. Boredom is a poison of the mind. It happens with me on social media quite often. To remedy this, the easiest way is to simply cold turkey, and move the fuck on elsewhere (if “anywhere else” actually exists). I would normally burn it down to the fucking ground as I did with Facebook and mySpace and that god fucking awful Twitter week account, because having it “not exist” makes it a lot easier to not worry about. Ignorance is bliss. But I need this blog still here in case for resumes or nostalgia purposes, and no cause for worry.

Add that with work that engrosses me to be “lawful evil”, and you would perceive “a lazy shunt of an artist that fails their imaginary obligation of entertaining me on a daily.” I already dispelled that long time ago for those who were there to see my couple messages that summarized “I don’t give a fuck about that, I do what I fucking want on here, and you’ll just have to accept it, m’kay.” Most of you took it in great stride, and didn’t really pester me for reasons. We just were, and it was nice. For those that did not know that, or feel offended/betrayed by my decision to exodus outta here, I leave you this poem:

“Whoopy fucking do / Look what’s happening to you / I don’t give a fuck”

With that said, I want to extend all my thanks to fellow glitch artists on here who made awesome shit, and those who’ll inherit the mantle and continuing staking out here, as I cannot, nor will not anymore. To those who spread this stuff around like digital wildfire, be they “official” heralds of the genre, or simply fans who want that kind of aesthetic floating in their blog. I do not to drag this on, so simply, “thank you, I appreciate every last bit of it”. That’s all that needs to be truly said.

If some of you wish to stay communed to me, would like to pick my brain in privacy, or just can’t fucking let me go like a bad habit they sing in classic mid-90′s deep house vinyl tracks, god forbid, I’ll be found through:

Pesterchum @ postmodernCorruption (don’t question it)

Discord @ Shane.The.Deer#5437 (don’t question it)

Alright, now some lasting words of wisdom. Umm...

Drink your fucking juice. Like lots of fucking juice. ‘Specially sugar-free kind.

Actions are really fucking louder than words. Back that shit up.

Fashion is a statement of your generation. You better not make it look shitty.

There is no such thing as love; only things to say to get what you want.

And go out, and fucking do something with your life. Go. Go the fuck out there and explore. Make life worthwhile, even if there’s no fucking scientific point in it. All the more to just enjoy it then. Hug a tree. Wear some flowers. Say hi to somebody. Find yandere romance. Build an android that would enjoy your company and may lead to “morally questionable ground” uproar in rural states. Light your hair on fire. Get a crazy-ass roadrash. Or don’t. I don’t fucking care. Only you should. That’s what really counts, cause me or the universe are gonna keep doing our own fucking thing. Life and death are a banquet. The only difference is that in the latter, you’re the only one invited, so you better have prepped it diligently, cause nobody else will.