I just want it to be October again or August so I can cosplay Elsa.
Hey, Disney World. I am job hunting.
#i’m done with this show #don’t touch me
Whoever has never listened to nine inch nails do not know what they are missing. Trent Reznor is a GOD. He trained Marilyn Fucking Manson. Trent Reznor is industrial, and 100% correct on society. We are definitely in a downward spiral. Don’t give me that belieber beaver shit. That piece of shit is a shitty human being. Rock is dying. Whose fault is it? The families who view rock as satanic. The christianed disney zombies who follow pop believing it is pure. It is sexual and crass. And don’t fucking get me started with rap or hip hop. ”Age is just a number” those fuckers only concerned with one thing: sex. Trent Reznor can play 7 fucking instruments. HE RECORDS THE STEREO ALBUMS BY HIMSELF. He just needs extra band to perform live. But in his younger days he set a drum rhythm, some techno rhythm, with a guitar in hand and sang. By himself. The current pop star just sings. Justin Beiber playing drums? Pssshh. Lil Wayne playing guitar? You must be joking. A front man is nothing if he cant play at least one instrument. And justin beiber doesn’t count, for he is a ass who shits all over anything half decent. All of the children reach for his crotch instead of thinking as individuals, not realizing that their realm is turning to shit. Swag? A term used by someone who thinks hard work, intelligence, and individuality aren’t worth it as to cover their uselessness behind a idiotic word. Sagging? Available for butt rape? Seriously? And for YOLO? That is no excuse to get pregnant, drive unsafely, and doing dangerous things that are life threatening. Smart. Where is the creativity? The art? The intelligence? I will tell you where. Its dying because of loss of taste, idiotic excuses, and lack responsibility. Thank You Trent Reznor. Thank You for Rocking. Thank You for questioning. Thank You for hope. Everyone else: BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES.
How I feel this morning.
…what once was mine