Sunday, September 13, 2009
Fuck YOUR Life vol. 3
as i'm typing this... Kayne West just interrupted Taylor Swift's acceptance speech for Best Female Video, protesting that it was in fact Beyonce who should've been honored with the statue.
Hey Kanye West.
I was wondering if you could do something for me?
could you please fuck off?
who exactly in the great shit of all fuck do you think you are? You're like some high-school kid who complains that the popular kids hate his guts, yet you show up to ever pep rally in hopes that you'll be given some sort of positive acknowledgment. and when you get what you give... namely SHIT... you flip out, stomp your feet, and cry about nobody liking you.
and now you're complaining about awards that have nothing to do with you... about PEOPLE that have nothing to do with you. to quote one of my least favorite SLAYER songs; You've got a catheter in your brain... Pissing your common sense away. that's right... you don't even deserve lyrics from a good SLAYER song. no South of Heaven or Reign in Blood for you. You'll get God Hates us All and like it!
but i digress.
You're a Prostitute of the Eyes. A spoiled, self centered cock-menace of a human being who needs to be verbally slighted, physically abused, and mentally tortured.
No one is buying your jilted-voice-of-a-generation shtick anymore. if you were really the voice of a generation, you'd do like those before you; drive yourself into complete seclusion (see JD Sallinger), truly go out of your way to alienate your audience by by being as deliberately uncommercial as you can be (see Bob Dylan, Neil Young), or you'd drink yourself to death or blow your head off (too many to name).
not gonna do that? than just do the next best thing and FUCK OFF.
you really are a gay fish, man.