>You disingenuous fucks use the same script word by word
Several people in this thread have hurled around the "tranny" and "dilate" calling cards several times. A bit hypocritical to accuse me of repeating a script.
I've literally typed this out from my head, it's not the same script word for word by definition of what "word for word" means. You've just told a lie, and it's the basis of your argument. And you call me disingenuous.
I was a kid when those sites existed lol, couldn't afford to support it. Now I can, and sometimes do. I do genuinely believe in making things freely available, it's a classic business model. The nice baker man puts out free samples, you do the looney tunes hover after the delicious smell hits your nostrils, you take a delicious bite, and then if (or when, in the case of the competent baker) you enjoy the taste, you simply must purchase a full loaf of his sweet treats. Same goes for art, and I've seen many youtube channels and other creators become successful this way. You're being a pessimistic faggot, and that's the reason you never sold your art, because you gave up and became obstinate. In today's economy, the hardest thing to buy is someone's attention; if you want to create art, that's all well and good, but it's hard enough to force art onto someone, let alone get them to pay for it (especially if you don't have a name for yourself and you're not going to let people even see your art for free). From your view of things, I can kinda tell you're not a real artist. You might have some kind of skill (though you're too shy to even say what skill that is, let alone show an example of your work), but you're not innovative like an artist is; you don't have ideas to convey and a viewpoint to sell, all you're selling is a material good. Art is not the material it's made of, it's not even the labour that's gone into it. When I read and appreciate a truly great book, I'm not being moved by the pieces of paper, nor am I being moved by the fact that the author spent hours putting pen to paper. I'm being moved by the story, but the intangible aspect of the art. You've got this disgusting "gimme gimme gimme" aspect about you, like you deserve something for nothing. You're as bad as the hoi polloi you criticise.