gotcha an artist who likes using the names of his creations as his pseudonymns every night at the stroke of midnight the master turns into a screaming maniacal demonic raging bloodlusting animal and then i get mean vincent price you think it's funny actually it's sad but that's a concept not part of your brain that's even more sad your drawings look like those of an underdeveloped mind like from a child it perfectly fits and i also love your friends for having great realism implanted in their small brains zero ideas just describing the real world that's creative undershit hahahahaha you my dear friend are genetic crap and you know it beside that i know billions that would love to kill asses like you go home and never come back we won't miss you noooo there is no real love for you you took the wrong junction at the last galaxy void head so now go f u c k your inborn blinders in front of your head thanks