I know I’m a fraction of a fraction of a little bit of this planet, but I’m actually not dumb. Here’s some proof.
When my mouth moves there is usually a curse word, random movie quote, or spit flying out of it as I argue why my music is better than yours. Now you can also read about it.
I read a lot of comics, put too many drugs in my body, tell stories that usually revolve around genitals on a daily basis, use my iPod as a boombox, and watch movies that induce laughter and gaping mouths when the knife pierces the flesh. Now I can be judged by the masses.
Everyone’s a critic. I hate a whole lot of those critics, so come along with me and let’s all make more enemies.
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