What is this terrible shit? I hate that you hate yourself so much that you are writing a blog. I also hate that you are so worried about what other people think of you. You should be more like me. You should make your drawings and then you should shove them down the throats of the orderlies who try to keep you from enjoying your ping pong games. The orderlies, they stop me from enjoying my ping pong games every night at ten pm. This is something I do not like and so I make slashing motions across my throat with my finger and then sometimes I try to find sharp things to keep in my robe so they will know my fury if they try to make me go to bed before I am ready to go to bed. Being sent to bed before one is ready to go to bed is a terrible awful horrible thing. It stomps and pisses on all that is dignified in a human being.
Please do not be offended by my language, cousin. I know I prefer much stronger terms of expression than you do. I hope you like my drawing but even if you do not like my drawing you can go ahead and fuck yourself. This is not something I mean in a permanent way but only in the immediate aftermath of you hating my drawing. In the more permanent, long-lasting view you know that I love you because you are my brother even though you are only my cousin in terms of blood and legalities. Please forgive me for this outburst of expression even though in truth I make no apologies.
Lars.You never fall short in expressing yourself, Lars. On that score, I tip my hat to you. You do indeed let it rip.