So there's this song, you see. And it goes a little something like this, f*#k this and f*#k that and ya-dee-f*#^*^g-daa.
Yeah, you guessed it. Tupac and the song which probably got him killed. You want to know what anger's all about, give the song your ear. Quite a danceable number, surprisingly; most rap crap don't cater for sweet moves. But this isn't about rap, or Tupac or even the song. It's about people who feel the need to add a f*#k to every sentence they script on their blogs.
A remarkable word that has been flogged to death, both here and in the afterlife. It's eyebrow-raising, and rather juvenile, and that's being kind. It's akin to a young child who has just learnt his/her first word.
Somewhere along the way, certain literary and silverscreen icons influenced a generation of writers to use f*#k in their 'masterpieces' with wild abandon. It now appears that blogland is inundated with Irvine Welsh wannabes; I'm assuming this is a phenomenon that has long been a feature of blogspot and blogdrive and wordpress, to name some popular sites. It's now a' la mode to be some cigarette-puffing, liquor-guzzling, la petite mort-seeking blog writer, who's against various forms of commercialisation and conformity; an individual who loathes uniformity and same-sameness; a person who's too cool for many things. In short, a figure who's under the misguided impression that he or she is some sort of suffering Bohemian artist.
Big f*#^%@g yawn.
This whole me-against-the world jazz (yet another Tupac hit) is so bloody overplayed. It's as though some souls actually want circumstances to conspire against them so that they can bitch about how the world has f*^#@d them twice over. Look closely, and you'll see the 'L' right smack on top of the third eye. I reckon it's snobbishness evolved. Those days it was merely bluebloods turning their noses when faced with rednecks; now it's troubled individuals trying to look down on people without issues.
How twisted we have become, to view happiness with contempt, to embrace misery like a long-lost lover.
Oh, what's that you say, freedom of speech? Damn, you got me there. Sigh, I guess this is nothing more than a rant, since people should be allowed to write whatever they want on their blogs, no matter how boring or pretentious their posts are. Pretentious; that's the word I was looking for. My advice? Cut the melodramatics and smell the fresh air (cigarette smoke and all).
N'est-ce pas?
Yeah, you guessed it. Tupac and the song which probably got him killed. You want to know what anger's all about, give the song your ear. Quite a danceable number, surprisingly; most rap crap don't cater for sweet moves. But this isn't about rap, or Tupac or even the song. It's about people who feel the need to add a f*#k to every sentence they script on their blogs.
A remarkable word that has been flogged to death, both here and in the afterlife. It's eyebrow-raising, and rather juvenile, and that's being kind. It's akin to a young child who has just learnt his/her first word.
Somewhere along the way, certain literary and silverscreen icons influenced a generation of writers to use f*#k in their 'masterpieces' with wild abandon. It now appears that blogland is inundated with Irvine Welsh wannabes; I'm assuming this is a phenomenon that has long been a feature of blogspot and blogdrive and wordpress, to name some popular sites. It's now a' la mode to be some cigarette-puffing, liquor-guzzling, la petite mort-seeking blog writer, who's against various forms of commercialisation and conformity; an individual who loathes uniformity and same-sameness; a person who's too cool for many things. In short, a figure who's under the misguided impression that he or she is some sort of suffering Bohemian artist.
Big f*#^%@g yawn.
This whole me-against-the world jazz (yet another Tupac hit) is so bloody overplayed. It's as though some souls actually want circumstances to conspire against them so that they can bitch about how the world has f*^#@d them twice over. Look closely, and you'll see the 'L' right smack on top of the third eye. I reckon it's snobbishness evolved. Those days it was merely bluebloods turning their noses when faced with rednecks; now it's troubled individuals trying to look down on people without issues.
How twisted we have become, to view happiness with contempt, to embrace misery like a long-lost lover.
Oh, what's that you say, freedom of speech? Damn, you got me there. Sigh, I guess this is nothing more than a rant, since people should be allowed to write whatever they want on their blogs, no matter how boring or pretentious their posts are. Pretentious; that's the word I was looking for. My advice? Cut the melodramatics and smell the fresh air (cigarette smoke and all).
N'est-ce pas?
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