“Nudity as a form of art.”
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Self-respect 2
In the Mediterranean world, if we were all brave enough and decide to come out the closet; we will have the remains left of a population near to extinction.
A sinful act
Blessed with the best inclination and yet you chose to dismiss the godly perfection; “well that’s too bad.”
The Promised Land
In the long run, it is safer for anyone to live with their own kind and even at war than it is to try to survive amongst a world where even your own neighbors are kindly strangers.
The support
I am not working for you people; I am working for me, and to help the people—get that shit right.
One woman army
Here is to anyone who might start going off slandering my name that I am in any way, shape, or form copying another person’s work; I will defend myself in court—with proof, truth, reason, and logic. See you there.
Art; artists
Anyone can do art, but not everyone is an artist.
Curriculum vitae
Greetings,
- I don’t do well in a social group.
- I don’t do too good working as a collective team.
- I am not your friend.
- I am your enemy.
- I am taking over.
Signing off.
Sincerely,
Ms. Amine Batbouti
Art’s value and social contribution
When one’s work is shared and still they wonder if they should state appreciation.
Antisemitism 6
G-d is a Jew—whether wathever.
Loner life 2
When art is more important; Let me see how my brushes are doing.
Anger management
When people in my dreams think they can bring a gun in my home, show it to me, and refuse to lend it; scared that I might be angry—and there I got angry. SEE.
Critics 9
“That’s life,” for what to justify being a loser. We don’t need people like you—there’s enough in life alone to have all of our shares met to deal with.
Losers 2
When people do/say stuff which aim to get you all paranoid and shit for doing something right.
Love life
Throughout life I got hit by many people in the hope to witness me deep buried in the ground; “but behold,” life said. And life loved me so hard that with all its warmth before my eyes the world vanished—and so close to home vanished was I—knocked out cold on the ground. I stood up and fine was I embraced by life. I stepped out and fine I was I walked with my life back home.
To exes
As if it wasn’t clear enough in your little heads; I AM NOT INTERESTED. Pass the fucking word—SCRAM.
