Republished because I uploaded the unfinished version on accident! Sorry.

I'm personally fine with long comments. Actually I love them, 'cause all I get is "Cute!" or "Awesome", which is fine and all (i mean, you don't need to complain if you have people liking your stuff), but an actual critque is nice.
And dome people just hate reading long things (they really don't need to, I assume they have a bunch of time on their hands hopefully) for some reason.

And I love the warm colors on this picture! It makes me feel warm myself ^u^

(i meant "some", not "dome". I've been having a lot of typos recently)

Nothing wrong with posting a long comment, i like them ^^ and i like this painting especially the colours you used

echhi stuff? wuts that?

i don't want to bother that person.

there are but it also depends on how you look at that person.

i've been bullied, i've been a bully, i hate people not only for what they make to me but also for what they make to others too.

and how do you know if that person would be bothered or not?

the bags of sh!t turned you into one of their own... i must say i would love to be able to have multiple copies of you to use as test subjects.

i don't want to go to that person, i no longer care for that person anyways.

likes are a stupid piece of sh!t to rate the paintings, few good artists have a "fair" ammount of attention thanks to this.

now that i think about it, why am i replying like this?

i want those stupid fuks called "followers" to hate me, you should be included... p!ss off, dingus!

damm you and your long comments wich i can only reply to once i have another screen to read what you wrote!

fuk off, i'm not your friend!

then what are you?
what am i?

i'll make the others go away.

why would i be your friend?
why would you care?

you would be a test subject for all kinds of perverted fantasies in my brain!
that's actually not what i would use you as test subject for, i would put you in situations to see how you would change, if that is even possible.

what do you mean "odd"?
your the odd one from my perspective.

i want the little ba€tards to get the fuk off and fly away.
me trying to get hate from some people i like can also be a self punishment thing.

i can't be as cold to you because i know you wouldn't care about it and you are too interesting and strange to me, wich makes you almost as irresistible as that chocolate my uncle told me not to eat but i ate it anyways.

it is a waste of time because instead of focusing on me, they could focus on other artists who want and deserve the attention for their work.

and why would you want to paint like me?

and idea i had was to have someone else painting something i made with their own style and modifications and i do the same to them.

(i ment an instead of and)

i like her hair.

i dont understand why people would get angry at a long comment.

that is the idea!

Ridley is the director, Ripley is the character.

the mudafuka would grow to become a huge dark beast with a big flat head, a long tail, four arms, a mouth inside a mouth and it would be laying eggs all the time.

i know, it happens to me a lot.

you see some interesting stuff, i just see lines where i don't know what i did.
it's fascinating, art and the world have something in common that i like, lines are just lines but we see things in them, our mind makes it seem something and the same happens with the world around us, it's all in our heads.

nice gallery seaglass. i replied to your comment on my space painting.

sure, i'll paint you being fuked by an animal and put it on the internet so a bunch of people jerk off to it.

i was thinking about a gorilla or a chimpanzee because it's a humanoid creature but i'll see what i can do with a spider.
i know how your face looks like but i don't know how your body looks like so i'll just try to make you super hot, ok?

it has nothing to do with you, i don't mind if you don't reply to some of my comments, i'm pretty sure i've forgotten to reply to some of yours.
having conversations with you is pretty fun but i don't know if i would like to meet you in person, i think you wouldn't like me very much and i also think you would be weird.

there was something i wanted to ask you but i forgot what it was, if you can read my mind to know what it was, tell me.
and if you can't read my mind, that means i'm still safe.

i don't like spiders very much but i don't hate them.
i was joking but now i really might do it, you're even giving me the details.
and by the way, i think it's awesome that you do not shave because i hate how society tries to dictate how people should look like, i'm totally against it and that's why i still have my nice round belly and extremely $exy man-boobs.

i can't handle anyone but my friends, the rest is just people who i don't talk to and stay away when possible.
i talk to males and females almost the same way, with most girls i try to not be as rude as usual.
until now you seem to be veeeeeerry interesting, that's why i can't stop talking to you, i would say you're almost at what i call the "Jana level", and in case you don't know, Jana is a girl i met on dA last year and now we are the two buddies who want to rule the world and be gods who p!ss other people off.
wich means that once you reach that level, i consider you one of my best friends.

good to know.
still, i think it would be pretty cool if we could mix our minds into one and we could explore the darkest of it.
sometimes i'm afraid of my own mind.
and thanks for telling me i'm so boring that my mind has nothing useful to offer you!

i would put you in many different situations, i would see how you would be if you had lived my life, what you would do if you were immortal and lived in a red desert from my imagination and other things like that.

i think it's nice that you try to understand why i do things but sometimes there is no reason.
i think that logic and a reason why diminish our freedom for self expression.

i compared you to chocolate because i like you a lot but too much can make me sick.
i don't know why but think we are very different and yet similar.

i don't know what to do for those people.
i wanted to make something for you because i like you veeery much and i think i never really show my appreciation for you but i don't know what to do, i don't know what you would like to see, i don't know what would make you happy.

you would have to enter my brain, you would have to see and feel my thoughts, my memories and my emotions the same way i do to understand.

i started drawing when i was around 7 or 8, i didn't have a pleasant childhood, i was verybsad and angry most of the time and i didn't have many friends.
my mother was good at painting and my sister drew very well so i tried doing it too.
some friends told me i was very good at drawing, i drew them super-heroes and things like that but at home i would draw skulls and people being tortured and dying but i never showed those drawings to anyone, i destroyed most of them, i still destroy most of my work, all i draw and all i write.

and yes, we should totally do that, we should do it now if you want to.
i love your art, it would be cool to make my own version of one of your paintings.

the same happened with me.
i liked them and one day i lose the interest and start thinking how disgusting those hairy legs are.

hahaha! it'll be this BDSM thing that looks very dirty, one day i'll have a girlfriend or wife and she will want to have $ex and i'll say: "get the hell out woman, i don't need you, i have this amazing painting of a friend being penetrated by a half spider half gorila creature!"
i don't know, i will probably not but i have done some mature painting with $exual content, really weird paintings with a man and a woman with multiple arms hugging and kissing and doing "dirty" things to each other.

and btw, i really like women that don't put makeup, i like beauty to be natural, not painted or faked in some other way.

maybe one day we could meet, if i could go there.
we could be two weirdos looking into the distance, silent because we're too shy to say anything but some words that come out but are murmured as if we were talking to ourselves.

not trolls, we are destroyers of the mainstream, the terror of stupid teenagers, absolutely in love with the fun things we do and forget why we're still doing it.

not just the subcocious.
i was awake and kind of aware of the space around me and i lost control of my own mind when i started thinking about "bad" things, i couldn't stop hurting myself and torturing people who i care about, i couldn't save them or me from myself.
i found that to be very scary.
today i was walking and for some seconds i stopped being aware of where i was, i forgot what i was doing and stopped seeing what was in front of my eyes, i felt like i went to another place, a place i know doesn't exist in this world.

life lesson: don't put hot irons that can burn your skin on your skin.
it hurts and it doesn't smell like bacon.
and thanks for saying my mind is not boring after all!

what are you talking about?
i am Bigfoot, everyone who has seen my feet knows it, in my school i'm known for it, people in the street look at my feet and talk about them, wich i find a bit stupid but they do it for some reason.
but yes, that other Bigfoot, who should be a fan of mine (go tell him about me), is certainly very interesting.

two things: how would you show a painting of you being fuked by a monster to your parents?
what would you say?

and i remember what i wanted to ask you.
why did you talk to me?
i couldn't care less about who you because i didn't know who you were but then one day you commented on one of my paintings stuff about you and what did i think about you.
i don't understand why you did it.