Art isn't a real jobI'm tired of my friend's traditional parents and other people in general saying that art isn't a real job. What makes art not a real job?
IonizeIonize, my dearest sun
What am I?I thought I was the deepness,
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New Account: d3t3rminati0n (Update 3/22/2017: Deactivated)
New Account: 5TEEL-WILL (Update 3/10/2017: Deactivated)
NOTE: He actually deactivated while I was sending him notes back and forth. I was trying to reason with him again (which of course never works) and I think he got frustrated because I wasn't allowing him to dodge questions. Copy-Paste Notes with 5TEEL-WILL (It's way too long for me to go to the trouble of screenshotting and stitching
I am refusing to use the rebranded name because, I'm annoyed about the rebrand. I'm annoyed about your direction, your lack of focus in key areas and your lack of communication. I said I'd never be a bitter former staff member, but it seems that I am.
Last year you spent a lot of money on a rebrand, this year you've cut 50% of your work force, entire departments have been decimated and peoples lives have been thrown upside down without notice. But you never really communicated to anyone why. You still don't, you're not telling the community what's happening and that's only going to hurt you. People will see that helpdesk tickets take longer to get a response, people see that lots of people are no longer staff and you're not letting them know why. You know that people have a belief that the site is dying, you're only furthering it right now. How much of a better state would the site be in if the rebrand hadn't happened? Would I and the rest of the people that lost our jobs without notic
I am of the Cosmos
I am of the Deep Divine and places left untouched
Formed of fractal symmetry and shimmering stardust
I am of the Endless Void where seconds tick away
Counting out eternities that weren’t meant to stay
I am of the Marching Day, an echo of its thrum
Caught in transit by the pull of my inner sanctum
I am of the Noble Earth with laughter in my veins
Singing quiet melodies of mountain, sea and rain
And I am of the Universe, in all its blessed light
Dancing in a galaxy of darkened, silent night.