some fella is publishing an insufferable book about how humans are evil and ought to stay in their lane and suck their thumbs for the rest of creation. Needless to say, the artwork, like the messages it conveys, are alike in that they are both very pretty when you look from afar, but when you examine it closely, you notice something's fundamentally wrong with it. Like any pair of strawman republican hunters meeting a self righteous nature spirit who is the mouthpiece of the author's views, you don't need to understand lasagna to know the context.
An anthology of ten short stories where ancient creatures meet with mortals, often punishing their arrogance and cruelty.
A row of strawman trashheaps where some supernatural mary sue bullies pick on defenseless people trying to get on with their lives. Not recommended for anyone with an IQ over seventy.
Faggot, there's a difference between a short story and blowing your pretentious horn without an inkling of understanding of what you're talking about. You fail forever at science and ethics. You suck. Your art sucks. Your stupid hippy message falls apart when exposed to critical thinking.
What's this naked girl doing out in the snow.
Beats me.
Hey. Did you ever hear the time about when I was constipated and when I finally got it out I had to scrape a turd this large out of my asshole.
Fuck you, Andy. You've told me this twelve times this week.
Dirty republican hicks! Don't you know that all creatures lived in harmony and there was no evolution before you came along?
Why keep those puppies to yourself when they can lick my underaged vegan pussy? Here, boy!
BEHOLD, THE POWER OF MY STAND: 『BLACK LIQUORICE』
When I read stupid, poorly thought out melodrama fests like these, I am quick to invoke this scroll of arcane wisdom:
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