I was right. How did I know?

Because that's all you do. It's all you know. It makes you feel good. Much like someone else I know here, you'll be all friendly and happy in one place, then come here and be a total prick. And I get to watch you be two-faced and enjoy your multiple personalities.

You could have made the choice to be civil (I don't mind talking to people even when their only goal is to find ways to hate me and put me down) but instead you add your little quip at the end, thinking stashing the insult away would be a clever thing to do. Thinking I wouldn't catch on. Thinking I'd be too distracted with the disingenuous well wishes. Thinking it'll get a rise out of me. Not realizing, when it comes to imagery and art, one's interpretation or what they see in it says more about the viewer than the artist; the artist knows that. As an artist I can learn a lot about people without even asking questions.

I'm not sure if it's still in use but the Rorschach test involves similar concepts. It's certainly no secret, to some.

I feel like offering a little zinger in return but I can't seem to think of one. And that's probably why I'd never fit in over there with you folks at Blurt. The definition of blurt is something like: to speak without thinking. So I doubt I'm qualified. I could follow your lead. It seems easy for you.

Hmmm. I found this version the definition though which basically says the same thing:

Hilarious the word 'ejaculate' is similar. That's some solid branding right there.

So maybe it would be wise for you to go home and jizz on that floor. Why you gotta be using my socks? That's gross, man.

So now what? End it with a wink, too?

;)

^{P.S. Mine is bigger.}