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Barney always taught me three things: 1) Love thy neighbor 2) Thou shalt not kill and 3) Everybody is special. Now the first two might have been Jesus, but number 3 is just bullshit.

I guess we are all, to an extent, different. i don't look like anybody but my family and I'm not identical to anybody who could be called 'my twin'. But goddamn if I don't feel so bland. There are people who are really good at what they do, but somewhere out there is one person who can operate at the same level as the first person. There is only one 'best' in the world and only he can truly feel special. The rest of us just have to sit on our hands until somebody in a big, violet, prehistoric carnivore tells us that we're "special".

Special how? There are these people who try to prove that they're special. You know who I'm talking about. Artists. don't get me wrong. I like art. Pretty pictures, skillful sculptures, masterpiece theatre, beautiful symphonies...bullshit. Short stories, rock songs, photographs. Bullshit. Giant pizza's, videogames, and sex in the park. All bullshit. But you know what i hate most of all? Poetry.

Poetry has got to be the biggest crock of bullshit of all time. Right after modern art, and that's saying quite a bit. When you can throw a bunch of words together and draw imaginary lines between coincidental words, accidental phrasing, and haphazard placement then you, my friend, have got yourself an imaginary artform. It's just so full of shit, I can't stand it.

I guess that's why I hate art so much. It has too much potential to be faked. To be bluffed. To be exaggerated and overrated. If you took that away, I wouldn't think too unhighly of it. But the fact is, art is abused, harassed, and, unfortunately, spoken for. Art is not special. Just like each and every single one of us.