The topic again and again rises of the genuine nature of things created by the hand of man. This is something that is a source of very much anger, excitement, worry, sadness, pain. There is much to be said about someone who created for the need of creating. This is what sets their creation apart from the rest. It doesn't take an art critic, and I absolutely despise the judges of "art", but anyone can sense desperation. Anyone can smell the foul odor of insincerity. It is this, or lack there of, that spawns most things that we see today. It is this, I believe, that is responsible for so much of my loathing of pop culture. Doing something just to make other people think you are (insert adjective here). That is the worst reason to do anything. Not only limited to creation of the arts. But, being in the world that I am in, these are the most prevalent. I have to look at these everyday. There is no high octane left. They are not even aware of the existence that there is a possibility of an octane that is higher than what they have now. I can not begin to encompass what it is that I am truly trying to say. I am walking a thin line between truthful, righteous anger and the hormonal ignominious whining of a teenager, which seems to be so popular now a days. Take it or leave it. It won't make a difference till someone breaks the glass.
Keep your eyes up.
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