The artists are lost. This is the apocalypse. Beauty is dead.

Result #1

The world is filled with the eerie specter of death. The only way out is to become a corpse. The work is perfect. It is a grand, beautiful, nihilistic, beautiful work. It is about the end of the world. But the world is not dying. It is merely the end of all of us. The world is dying. The artist is a fool. We are all fools.

Result #2

Men are born naked. In this post-feminist, post-boy culture, a woman must be made to feel vulnerable, to feel the pain of being made vulnerable. She must feel the pain of being born. The artists are lost, but the pain is there. The paintings are there. The paintings are not lost. It is there, in the painting.

Result #3

The artists are lost. This is the apocalypse. Beauty is dead. It is the end of the world. The world is a mess. The artist is a fool. The world is an ugly mess. The world is a mess. Its not beautiful. It is ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. It is a mess. Its a mess. It is ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. It is a mess. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly. Its ugly.

Result #4

We are the only ones who can be. . . .

Result #5

The artists are lost. This is the apocalypse. Beauty is dead. The world is a zero degree, and the only thing we can do is submit to it. The world is evil. We have to learn to live with it. In a sense, the world is now a mirror. Its a world of light, which is beautiful and beautiful only because it is ugly. It is a world of the eye, which is beautiful because it is evil. It is a world of the soul, which is evil because it is beautiful. It is a world of the body, which is beautiful because it is the body of Christ, the body of the cross, the body of the Holy Spirit, the body of the world. It is a world of the mind, which is evil because it is the mind of the devil. It is a world of the heart, which is evil because it is the heart of the world. It is a world of the imagination, which is evil because it is a pure imagination of the mind. It is a world of the imagination, but not the imagination of the devil. It is a world of the spirit, which is evil because it is the spirit of the devil. It is a world of the imagination, but not a spirit of the devil. It is a world of the body, which is evil because it is the body of Christ, the body of the cross, the body of the Holy Spirit, the body of the world. It is a world of the imagination, but not a spirit of the devil. It is a world of the body, but not a body of the devil. It is a world of the mind, but not a mind of the devil. It is a world of the heart, but not a heart of the devil. It is a world of the imagination, but not a imagination of the devil. It is a world of the imagination, but not a imagination of the devil. It is a world of the body, but not a body of the devil.