If more people said what they think, rather than avoid the #truth by painting a facade based on fear of repercussion for the sake of being “polite” or, the uncanny ability to admit when they’re wrong,

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Some days I feel like asking everyone who has a problem with me to step forward. Say what's on your mind. What You Want To See Give everyone a chance. To hate all at once. It would be nice if the world

Why am I awake, late at night. Why am I thinking about putting up one last fight. The words I say, they won't matter. I can throw the ball but there's no batter. They once supported me, said I did great.

Good evening. "It's not evening where I live, you're doing it wrong!" Welcome to another blog post of mine. "This isn't a blog post, it's a shit post, and you're doing it wrong!" My

I've been through everything. Still here, doing what I do. What do I do? Whatever I want. And so do you. It's not easy but it's not hard either. Simply Staying Busy There's no such thing as a shit post

@NoNamesLeftToUse here with something I made while you trade your thoughts and go out on parade. Enjoy while you look or look to enjoy. I Want To Tell You Everything Will Be Fine Sometimes It's better

There comes a time when an arts and entertainment blogger must produce art and entertain. The art is finished. That's Why It's There As for the entertainment, well, that might have to wait. I suppose I

Saying less, is more.  Working hard, a chore.  Coming closer, the door? Fuck that.  Here's the encore. Good day. It's that time again. A few words about business. I'll do one post like this, per month.

@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself has lost the mind once found but now gone again. Please make every attempt to enjoy: This Post! MacShivers And now: Words. Twas about a month before Christmas,

I don't have much today, at all. This might be my shortest post, ever. I don't really know how long it'll be though, because I haven't written it yet. I spent a couple of hours working on this: I'll Just

I lost everything but I'm not upset.  I'm not even talking about money either. Today was an incredibly difficult day, for me. I'm not even trying to be dramatic. The Man Cave There! Look! It's a cave!

I'm glad this is finally finished. It's one of those pieces I've been working on in between other projects, for a long time. Last One Left Lately, you may have noticed. I've been sharing new artworks and

Good happy day to you! My name is @NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself. Welcome to my greatest post ever! Lying Around Like A Chicken With Its Body Cut Off Tadah! I made that!  All by myself! What's

I cannot talk about what I see while surrounded by choreographed perfection. It's a day, a moment, a vision, from a long time ago, that won't go away. Enjoy the distraction provided. The Openly Blue Man

I've put a few of my various styles on display lately, for all to see. Did you know I also work on cartoon-like characters from time to time? Say hi to Woody. Woody Today We dive into the archives. When

So far my time away isn't going well at all because I'm still here, instead of away. I'm happy to see so many of you doing well. Catch Up to the Ketchup That's ketchup. Ketchup travelling through space

Hi. My name is @NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself and I like heads. "Give me head," I say, politely, as I help myself with something sharp. I Think His Name Was Martin They slide right

This is a short story about the white man. Using illustrations, I will demonstrate how one can observe the White Man while he is surrounded by other colors. Chapter One The White Man Near the Black Chapter

There was a knock at the door! Your heart is pounding because the place is a disaster! You shut the lights off thinking that will make them go away! "I know you're home!" Said the voice on the