the amicable annihilation of everything artistic

dear art,

you should know you stand no chance against the incessant flailings of my power saw arms. bid your fair family, literature and the like, farewell. this will be the last you see of them and me. the last you see of the outside. you'll be buried soundly in the earth to disperse amongst the roots and weeds. i assume you will resume growth upon recognizing that it is achieved only after excessive pruning (for which you can depend upon me). i thought you'd like to know you have a friend in your desperate times.