(peep magazine - Guest Blogger) Art and life seems to have got confused

Depression sinks in and everything comes to play. The final sword has been drawn and once again I am free from the polyamorous string theory obsessed with sex and rating them one to ten hippy freaks.  Whilst making syphilis sexy, they call themselves Artists.  I rage against these hipsters. Derived from a generation of nuclear power, surely free sex doesn’t actually come for free? If you’re lucky it does and if you’re even luckier you’ll catch the genius gene. The revolution will not be televised, and unfortunately the ‘syphilis crew’ can’t be bothered to even sense that it maybe brewing because whilst they claim their free benefits they can continue to carry on as if nothing was actually going on whilst still maintaining an organized free screw. At least something is organized, shame it isn’t something new.  The ego has taken over and while there is still a soul to exploit, they will still feed off the hard work that we do and exploit those (the youth) that may one day look up to Artists like you or me.  To be an artist, is a statement, to be a good person is a difficult thing to do and my advice really is to cut loose all the dregs that rate themselves and are obsessed by their self’s because they do nothing for you. They will only drain the life from you and ask you to say thank you at the end of it all.

So with a quote I will end this rant of unfortunate events 

Don’t worry about the things that are out of your control!