Wednesday, October 15, 2008
sour...bitter...everyone seems to agree that i don't taste very nice
"Long time reader. First time fuck you.
You're a fucking poser. Please reference "tight & shiny" again, just so we know how hardcore (or whatever you wanna call it) you really are.
Shame on me for believing in a creator. How horrid and deserving of degradation I am. Why didn't I read your blog earlier? I would've had it all figured out by now, and could've taken my head out of the oven long ago. I am not worthy of listening to such music. I cannot possibly earn the patch.
You just leapt onto a supremacy pile that most of this music tries to expose. It isn't one way or another. Its the other or
And since I'm writing, I can no longer ignore the fucking shit-in-the-can-OBVIOUS analogies, references, descriptions, and so-on. The fact that you run a "blog" detailing these releases belies the fact that they weren't ever made for (what is now) "blog" consumption.
And now, you are forgotten."
we finally got our first piece of e-hate...compliments of a one "phantom foetus" (i went to check out his blog...but it didn't exist...which leads me to think that he created one just so he can be mr. the ultimate keyboard warrior...and if that be the case...we're honored..or honoured in some places)
now...we've never claimed to be musical "supremacists" (though we are a few other adjectives...which i'm pretty sure that you have your own that you'd like to use)...and didn't think we were coming off as so...all we're trying to do is provide a musical alternative to what's going on nowadays...and yes...we're aware of the many other blogs in this same format...but i have to tell you...if i weren't already part of this very blog...and i just randomly came across it...my nipples would get hard...both of them
and i was considering not posting this...but as soon as i'd read it...it was already there...i don't know...there's just a part of me that's not able to let sleeping dogs lie...i have to kick it...and then anally rape it's mother while pouring sugar in it's gas tank (and i know what you're thinking.."dogs can't drive stupid head"...it's called an a-n-a-l-o-g-y)
so...mr. foetus...if you'd like to continue with your jock sticking their finger in your mashed potatoes and asking you if you were going to eat that waaaaay back in high school anger towards us...please continue doing so...we'll enjoy being your mr. t punching bag
and we'll tell you what...we'll keep on keepin' on being the barry/david cross-like blog that folks have come to know and love
now...are you looking for "i just called to say i love you"?