a conversation...
a real conversation i had in a chatroom once:
me: van gogh was fucking crazy, he cut off his goddamn ear and mailed it to a chick!
chick who wasn't involved in convo to begin with: he didn't cut off his whole ear, he only cut off half.
me: and that makes him any less fucking crazy?!?
have fun, o my beloved non-existants.
darth sardonic
me: van gogh was fucking crazy, he cut off his goddamn ear and mailed it to a chick!
chick who wasn't involved in convo to begin with: he didn't cut off his whole ear, he only cut off half.
me: and that makes him any less fucking crazy?!?
have fun, o my beloved non-existants.
darth sardonic
Labels: randomness, sanity is for the weak-minded
posted by darth sardonic at 8:18 PM
6 Comments:
Lol! You do make me laugh! What was the girl's answer?
i'm glad dj. she didn't, i guess she was done with the conversation.
Actually, yeah. Half crazy. LOL
Clearly, she's an idiot trying to play smart.
lol krissie, and that's what i thought. well, the latter part i mean.
From one of his letters:
"... I tell you that dissatisfaction about bad work, the failure of things, the difficulties of technique can make one dreadfully melancholy ... And then to swallow that despair and that melancholy, to bear with oneself as one is, not in order to sit down and rest but to struggle on notwithstanding thousands of shortcomings and faults and the doubtfulness of conquering them, all these things are the reason why a painter is not happy ..."
lol lara, nah, not crazy. not one bit. not at all. is it odd i sorta understand what he means? hmmm.
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