I sort of want opinions

Art
Loz
How I talked myself into writing this is a question that will never be answered but am I damn glad that I did talk myself into it. I have no clue what this will be about, nor can I fathom the intense amount of how much I don't care how unprepared I was to write this. Point is, whatever this turns out to be can be classified as one simple thing, besides another essay about nothing. Art. Sweet fucking art.
I simply love the fact that I am writing this essay and I'll be damn glad that I finished it, Even if no one reads it.
Let me start off by introducing myself. I am someone you should already know but if you don't then your shit out of luck because my god, I am ecstatic, I am proud, and I am happy to be alive right now, Even if I have no goddamn clue why. I am currently writing this work of art at 6 in the morning right after staying up all night listening to Evanescence and I don't know what happened but wow, I feel freaking awesome right now.
Earlier I was in a slump but I've had exactly 7 hours, 36 minutes, and something seconds to think about things and I need to quit feeling bad for myself and take things as they go. Being sad is just keeping me from what I want and if I have the time to be sad, I have the time to put on a bitching smile and enjoy what I do have in this world.
Since I don't want this essay to be pointless, I'll take the liberty of taking the title and transforming this stupid thing into an essay about that.
Art. Most people view art as silly little pictures that other people waste hours drawing because they like to do that. Well you can take that view point and shove it up your ass because that is shit. So much so that the amount of shit it is, is too obscene to even mention in this essay.
Art is so much more then stupid pictures. Art is the air, nay, the very life that we soak in every day. Whether it's the clouds in the sky the heavens decided to waste their time painting, or the laughs we share when someone tells a funny black joke. Art is the bubblegum sexed up pop music we blast into our bleeding ear drums every day. I'm looking at you Britney. Art is the smile we get when Micheal Scott fucks things up once again or when that crazy girl in the yellow suit finally kicks bill's ass.
I want you to look at your hand right now. Did you look at it? That is art. I don't care if there are burn marks on it or really messed up bruises. That just means you have a story to tell and feed my soul some more art. You could even say this essay that you are getting stupid off of has its artistic merit.
Most of you jackasses don't embrace art for the true being she wants to be. Those who want to be fully artistic are scrutinized by the public and looked down upon when really we should be the ones looking down upon them. Those pompous bastards have no clue what it is like to be truly artistic.
Those who are fully artistic can only admire that which is everything. They have the heart of a lion that purrs oh so proudly for there kind and god damn it I want to purr too. I want to know what to be fully artistic feels like, to be one of the few individuals who have opened their godforsaken eyes and saw a completely different world then we see. We see a building; they see a magic fucking building.
Fuck criticism. Those who want to criticize are just jealous that artistic people can see what should be forbidden to us. Anyone who has the time to rip on us are closed minded bastards who sprouted from the eighth circle of hell who fail to open their eyes. But, I digress.
Look, the point is, if your not being artistic in some way then you are obviously a member of the Maher family (Don't ask) or some turtle who can't come out of their house. Go out there and be so artistic that you stand out from the crowd, such as, throwing a football differently. Everything you do is artistic because your goddamn soul Is a work of art. Your life is a work of art. The mother trucking window on your side is a work of art. Life is a work of art and
I bet if you look outside then you'll see Art and all of her friends making everything more and more beautiful. She needs your help and if you're not going to try to be artistic then you can jump out that window I mentioned earlier and splatter your blood. It'll add color to this bland world.
I don't know if this essay made any sense or if It's just a really long dragged out way to say ‘be yourself and don't give a fuck' but I'm too happy to care. We all have our strengths, so why don't we put that to use and contribute to the big pretty picture called life. Cause I know, I'm talented (maybe not with writing) and I'm going to go out there and make Art my bitch.
-Loz