I found this picture while I was wandering around the internet last night. I believe the title is "Typo Confetti Death" or something of the sort, but I took it as a statement on word vomit. You know, when you're typing a paper and you just let anything and everything you think of go down on paper? All this color and jargon coming out. Eventually it'll all have to be sorted through and made into a beautiful piece of artwork, but at that time a mess of color and texture is acceptable.
Hmm, but what if the confetti is flowing into the skull?
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