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Holy crap! I'm gonna gripe, imagine that! I'm sorry guys, I just have some things to say and I am bursting to say them, so please read if you are genuinely interested in what I have to say, but otherwise feel free to skip

I just want to say before hand, I appreciate every fave, comment, watch, and fan art I get, I am simply commenting on my view of those who seem to me, less tolerant.

-COMMENTING:

I see so many people with this "comment or DIE!!!!!" icon on their comment, like 75% of the people that USE THIS actually respond to the comments they receive...

I just want to say THANK YOU. I try and say THANK YOU. for every fave I get, most of which don't get comments. I LOVE comments, but I understand people being in a hurry, how on EARTH can I get angry at someone for doing something I do as well?

-READ ARTIST COMMENT BEFORE COMMENTING:

Seriously? I know it is annoying, to get the comments that CLEARLY show someone did NOT read your comment, but is this so life or death you actually have to demand it???

DON'T LEAVE CRAPPY NONSENSE COMMENTS LIKE "CUTE"

Again, at the risk of repeating myself. SERIOUSLY???? If you don't appreciate a comment for a comment's sake here's an idea: DON'T RESPOND TO IT!!!!!! I know it is a very simplified reason to fave art, but what are you looking for when you demand your watchers leave a comment, a six page essay??? Some works just catch your eye, without reason why, I personally, would rather have the fave than have someone avoid me because I am a demanding prima dona.

-"I HAVE CRITIQUE ON BUT PLEASE ONLY GIVE ONE IF YOU ARE SUPERIOR AT ART"

Because someone that is lesser than you isn't capable of knowing anything, most of all the technical aspects of the piece....

-"PLEASE ONLY GIVE A CRITIQUE IF YOU RESPECT MY ART AND UNDERSTAND THAT I DO NOT RESPOND TO RUDENESS."

Hi. rudeness and bluntness are TWO DIFFERENT THINGS. Being brutally honest is one way we help each other and learn in ART SCHOOL. It is MY OPINION, when you cease to learn anything, you have dropped anchor as an artist, and therefore can never improve until you GET OVER YOURSELF.

-(QUOTED) "ANYONE WHO CLAIMS TO HAVE LEARNED FROM AN ART TEACHER WHO HAS BROUGHT THEM TO TEARS BUT TAUGHT THEM SOMETHING IS FULL OF BULLSHIT"

I sure have. I'd like to think I evolve in leaps and bounds too, check out my art gallery before you argue this. Never EVER forget you have more to learn! PLEASE!

-"IF YOU CAN'T COMMISSION ME THAN DON'T POST CRAP LIKE "SORRY I WOULD BUT I CAN'T AFFORD IT RIGHT NOW"

HI.. Welcome to your FANS. They are voicing that they LOVE YOU but can't afford to do more than support you over the internet right now. These are your past and future clients, how about treating them with the respect they deserve for frequenting your page count.

-"MAIN STREAM = SELL OUT ARTISTS. I CHOOSE TO DO ART BECAUSE I LOVE IT, NOT BC I SELL OUT TO MAKE A LIVING."

GOOD FOR YOU!!!!! Some of us actually live on planet EARTH. Not having an education in art doesn't make you superior, it makes you a coward for not going for what you love and taking what life dealt you, if art is truly your passion. If art is not your first passion, stop trying to belittle the rest of us and just admit you have a lot to learn. Personally, I worked THREE JOBS to put myself through art school to starve as a free lancer, so please kiss my ass. xoxoxo

-"I AM TAKING YOU OFF MY WATCH LIST FOR NOT BEING CHRISTIAN."

I'm not, love me or hate me. If you can't accept me as a very tolerant liberal agnostic than it's for the best, stop waving it like some justifiable flag, it's not a threat to me.



I am sincerely sorry of anyone is offended by my words, I am SO weary of people who use these mantras.

Peace!

P.S.

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A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.

I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that youre in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.
Thisll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die.

Happy 4th of July, United States friends