No… not like that… you flatter yourself… I want you… to show me the way… wait… no… that’s from a Peter Frampton song… I want you to stop farting around and follow my blog, dag nab it! Yes, that’s it… well… not all of it… I also want you to be kind and caring to each other… I want you to be happy and successful… but if you can only be one of those things, then go with happy… I want you to take care of yourself… I want you to not judge other people… they have people who get paid to do that… they are called judges… if you are religious, then let your god do the judging, and if you aren’t, judging people is just a hobby and you can do without it… but most of all, I want you to stop pretending that Donald Trump would make a good president… okay, obviously there are not a lot of Donald Trump supporters hanging around my blog, but just in case one or two of you got lost and ended up here and couldn’t bring yourself to leave because I am so cute and charming and funny and all… stop it… just stop it!
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Pouring My Art Out 
Thank you for these wishes, Art. I will now spend the rest of my life reading your posts.
yay… uh… how long is that going to be? HA!
I’m not really good at multitasking. Should I follow your blog, or be happy, or be kind to other people?
my blog will make all those other things happen automatically
I’m confused, will it also make me vote for Donald Trump?
no
Oh good.
…ooo000ooo…
Who! Me, no way!
However your wish is my command…
I will settle for that
I like the photoshop. Or is that really you?
The gist of it is me.
Wait… what was I supposed to do again? Now I’m just worried about Donald Trump.
good… I like to leave you scratching your heads in confusion…
Ahhh, if we have no dreams they never come true.
and sometimes even when we do have them