Hearts debate. #0177

When you get to the end of endurance you write this kind of article:

Hearts debate. #0177
Always, hearts debates!
Forget the beautiful girls I love to draw.
Who wants something beautiful when we are in recession and so many other lots of reasons that stay firmly against enjoying that part of life.
Let’s go to the dark bottom of it and breath the stinking rotten way of living our lives.
There we feel the power we have to insult and hurt others.
Feels so goooooood!
It’s elevating!
It’s cooling off! Wow! To stab in the back! To ruin other’s life!
Feelings? Romanticism? Love? ? ? You make me laugh!
We marsh with pride towards… The sewer! Yah! Good to breath to the fullest of our lungs the stinking smell of our future!
In this age of entitlement, one thinks that he has the right to an opinion, even though he doesn’t have all the information. He, The Zero One, finely found a way to succeed.
Kindness? What does it mean? Let me look in the dictionary!
Judging others works?
No problem! We have up the sleeves lots of tricks to avoid to give him what he deserves: down with the artist! Only Me! Me! Me!

Me! ! !
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People are envying me for the little “Castle” I build with my hands and mind.
When ignorance starts to judge, better do not listen.
Is my little castle the reason you have your kind of life? Did you even attempt to understand what’s going on in the world since we got out of the cave?
In this day do you tried to find out why are we here in this situation. No! ! !
You had at hand my little casttle and started to hit me.
I posted pictures with it because it’s my work also as an interior designer and in fact my first and primarily work was this and still is. I can’t advertise what I work because some feel bad; me living in my castle.
Now that I took out the pictures of the castle, you still have left my drawings to hurt me with. Did you have a good look at your works? Are they so good that respecting the truth and not forgetting the good manners, give you the right to get deep into trick pool of appreciations that equal zero, because you don’t want to give anything not to be somehow left behind.
I always was a well mannered lady with everybody. Even with all those who hurt or insulted me. Up to now I tried hard to make them understand me, but some of you do not want, in fact.
So this time I put aside the good manners and told you what I think what’s going on around here.
The good part of honorable ones are overwhelmed by a bunch of losers.
Once I cried loud for help to get together and put at their place the culprits.
Very, very slight answer.
Where is the courage? That disappeared, too?
What’s left for us of quality?
The sewer! ! !
P. S. I rememered what Einstein said about humens:
«I belong to a spicy of imbeciles! »
Wow! That was… Tough!
What do you think?

Ann Evelyn Hansen