/p/ - Photography

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at The Art Institute of Chicago, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on art galleries, and I have over 300 confirmed picture sales. I am trained in gorilla photography and I’m the top black and white developer in the entire US. You are nothing to me but just another hipster photo wannabe. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your Instagram. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can photograph you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my iPhone. Not only am I extensively trained in large format photography, but I have access to the entire arsenal of medium format digital cameras from the local Art School and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.