Further proof that Damien Hirst Doesn’t Give A Fuck About Art”
I mean, Jeff Koons/KAWS much? But, we could’ve said that a year ago.
I mean, it’s one thing to market that one thing, but the more you chase that same thing, your abstractions will just become distractions. We know you’re only here for the money, any way you can get it. Sure, I understand that you, Damien Hirst, would claim artistic freedom, that no one creates in a bubble, and that the artists that your peers are inspiring and inspired by you, but this is the first “new” thing you’ve done in a decade, and everyone can see through your thinly veiled guise. No wonder your corporation has been suffering.
I’m not going to stand around while everyone praises you for some kind of god that you aren’t, because even Jesus was more than a one trick pony.
Jeff Koons, I’m on to you, too.
Typical hipster bullshit at work here: “Yeah, his earlier stuff was better.”
Get Rich or Die Tryin’ turned into Got Rich and Stopped Tryin’ again.
Can’t really call a man with a corporation a “sellout”, can we?
A new shanetron sketch/demo, a definite headphone piece, not your shitty macbook(pro) speakers.
This is for Jaycie Miller.
I can give a fuck about how unethical it is that I even put this together, but these are records that I can honestly relate to and put together a story I lived. Well, that’s what my whole upcoming record is like, but this song is for those days when I have those dreams, and I just want my best friend back. Subject to change. OH and sorry that you have to hear both of these songs again, because I myself am sick of Radiohead (period) and Jay-Z mash ups. But, fuck it man, the dude abides.
I love this fucking song
Cursive - From The Hips.
“We’re at our worst when it’s from our lips,
From our lips we cause a rift,
And the world is falling in, from babble to gossip blogs,
our words have formed death sentences,
And I wish that we had never talked”
From “Mama, I’m Swollen” out in March. My favorite song from the whole record from when I heard it live last May and June.
I have dreams of holding a nine milli to Bob’s killer,
Asking him why, as my eyes fill up,
These days, I can’t wake up with a dry pillow,
Gone but not forgotten, Holmes, I still feel you,
Curse the day that birthed the bastard that caused your church mass,
Reverse the crash, reverse the blast, and then reverse the car,
Reverse the day, and there you are, Bob Allah,
Lord forgive him, We all have sinned, but Bob’s a good dude, please let him in,
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge,
Blame it on the sun of the morning, Thanks again.
Jay-Z - Lucifer
It’s hard to realize that it’s been two years since I lost my best friend, and some days, like today, it hits me: I’m still bitter.