Trap Queen Voxxy
23rd May 2012, 02:21
So, I spent the majority of my morning filling out apps, rubbing elbows, haggling, panhandling, and such. Came back home, made me some noodles, poured a big glass of vodka and then started Youtubing (I don't have cable or sattelite). My searches eventually devolved into parodies which lead me to parodies of both Hot Problems and My Moment. As I watched the videos, drinking my vodka and smoking my pipe, a sudden wave of horror and rage crept over me, like a wave, engulfing me. I find it outrageous, that these little teenagers, these over privileged fucks, theses musical gremlins can just shart out a video, sing in autotune, make money, become famous and so on.
Whereas I, whom have nothing (like a Tom Jones song) work my fucking ass off, trying to scrap by, have lived an incredibly hard life, have no possible way of achieving what they have, in any conceivable reality. How could this be? Where they are not not boring, they are obvious. Where they not obvious, they are dangerous. How could this be I wonder? How could it that this mediocrity, this lyrical, musical fecal matter, could be accepted? Could surpass true talent? Could surpass my own? Why? How? When?
Whereas I, whom have nothing (like a Tom Jones song) work my fucking ass off, trying to scrap by, have lived an incredibly hard life, have no possible way of achieving what they have, in any conceivable reality. How could this be? Where they are not not boring, they are obvious. Where they not obvious, they are dangerous. How could this be I wonder? How could it that this mediocrity, this lyrical, musical fecal matter, could be accepted? Could surpass true talent? Could surpass my own? Why? How? When?