i am a just stop oil activist and i threw oil at a cursed painting

I'm a just stop oil activist and I threw oil at a cursed painting I'm a just stop oil activist and I just threw oil at a cursed painting.

I am a hard core just stop oil activist and I have been going round throwing oil on oil paintings.

There needs to be another way to stop the world from using oil and by destroying famous old oil paintings we can get the message across.

I am an avid believer in activism and I believe we could stop the world from using oil that is destroying the world.

We had another oil painting that we were going to throw painting on and i was excited.

It was very old and famous.

We went to the museum where it held this painting that is supposedly cursed and when I saw the painting, it made me feel weird.

The reason it made me feel weird was because it reminded me of a father who kept injuring himself to see if the injuries appeared on his children, unfortunately it did not.

He was disappointed because he hoped those injuries would kill his children so that he didn't have to support them.

Any how we threw oil on this oil painting and the figure on the oil painting moved and screamed.

It felt weird protesting against this oil painting because it was moving and showing emotion to what we were doing to it.

I mean it's easier to throw oil on an oil painting when the images are still.

It's like having to see where your food comes from.

Like it's easier to eat an animal when it's dead rather than eating it when it's alive.

When I was eating sheep when it was alive it begged me to not eat some of its organs, but I ignored it.

The sheep then called my great great grand daughter that isn't born yet a whore.

Then as we were protesting and throwing oil on an oil painting that was showing emotion and was moving around, the other protestors stopped what they were doing and were all looking at me.

One of them then said "it's a mirror and it's showing your reflection" and that's when I realised that I was a figure in a oil painting but had escaped due to the abuse of the just stop oil protrstors .

They showed me which painting I had actually escaped from because of their abuse and they all started spitting on me and shouting abuse at me for being an oil painting.

They told me I should die and I started to whimper and I shouted "it's not my fault do not harm that had no choice in its own creation" and they put me on fire and we all died in the museum.

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