It's what all of us purists are up against. But I no longer believe anything we say will make a difference, they don't give a shit about anything except their delusions of grandeur that eventually they'll stop having to pay for the votes and get real ones. Because everybody wants to read eight hundred dollar posts yelling at ausbitbank for questioning their quality, whining in the comments about 'what about the other guys doing the same thing', clueless enough to ask what a trending post should look like. Dude they are fucking hopeless. They're draining your energy, which means they win. Raising your bloodpressure, which means they win. Your words are suffering because the focus is on them,which makes people think about them, when they shouldn't be thinking about anyone but you when they come here. Definitely not those wastes of space and resources.
The first several months I knew you, you were about the art-which you still are, really fucking good ar, art that has improved, gained layers- but you were also about being this cool, hilarious, doesn't give a fuck, entertaining bastard. I miss This Man. I even miss That Guy. Schmucks are getting face time that rightfully belongs to the fantastic characters you made. Or Himself, or just nonames.
When I first joined, this place was utter magic. I wasn't making shit for rewards, it wasn't about that, it was about the cool ass people I came across. I remember when I first stumbled on your blog, pictures of you with This on your chest with a lead in that left me in anticipation. That did not disappoint. I felt like I'd entered an alter reality where cool fucking shit got painted, weaved into stories, took me on a trip to other places around the globe, and drew me in to another world. Your post with dreamweaver has stuck with me. What was the title of that again? Actually, you should re post it, I'm requesting. Few people got to enjoy that.
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I've been heartbroken for a long time. I'll admit it.
I had people coming to my blog, using me, sucking up, saying nice things and taking my votes. They used that money to buy votes and push our work down.
This post was just a roast. I'm having fun here, yet I have some asshole come along in the comments to say I'm being jealous. The comedy stuff is often misconstrued. I'm working around people who have sticks shoved so far up their asses that they wouldn't know a joke if it came around, pulled the stick out, said, "HAHA BITCH," then rammed the stick back in even further. I wrote a joke post about how to tell if a post is meant to be funny or not, explaining everything, and people still came along and took it seriously. Can you say, "Fuck Heads?" I can and I can do it loud and proud.
I tried some of the art/writing combo recently. I had people not realize I was being creative. They were analyzing me and thinking something is fucking wrong. That was the lowest payout I've had in what? Over a year?
How am I supposed to carry on and be that guy when every fucking time I go all out, my shit gets bumped down into oblivion and even with nearly 3000 followers I get burned.
All in all though, if there's something bothering me and I'm suffering, just know it has a fuck of a lot more do with what's going on here than what's going on there. I don't mind mocking these douchebags who pretend to be successful. I have fun with it. This is me trying to have some fun. I'm trying to make light out of something that yeah, it bugs me, but this is my fancy way of coming out on top. So whatever.
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck these, fuck those and fuck them over there. I don't care. I need to do shit like this because on top of being a fine writer and an artist, a funny guy and an entertainer, a nice guy, and all that other shit; I'm also a big fucking asshole and I enjoy it.
Yeah, agree with @dreemit. Please repost... I fucking wanna read it!