Artists

Today the sky was so beautifully blue with the most perfect billowy clouds, it looked fake. It was wonderful, but it kind of made my heart sad too. How sad that these perfect skies are so rare that when there is one, it reminds us of something in a picture when shouldn't it be the other way around: that the painting reminds us of the perfect day. But there must be some every once in a while for the artist to see it, unless of course the artist is just cool, but I know a lot of artists and they're just not. This makes God seem like kinda a huge stiff to only let these stupid artsy jerks see it, but He probably only gives us a few so we can recognise it and enjoy it, and the artists are the dumb ones, trapping it on a canvas and making us realise how crappy other days can be. I guess the point of my talking about this is this: Artists are fags.