even more on greed

one of these days i'll put all these rants together into one big huge rant. these are just bits i've written here and there, and i'm finding some and posting them here and there. joy.

if you're so concerned with downloading and people getting shyt for free, if you want to say shyt about me downloading and getting shyt for free, then what about all these poems i'm not getting paid for. if you're so concerned with that, then why not make it easier for real artists to get published. it's one of the ideals this cuntry was founded on, was freedom, which includes us getting something for free, because that's what we've all worked for and given our lives and wallets for, our blood sweat and tears. and the fact that greedy people have taken over and are ripping us off everyday, and taking our freedoms away that we've worked so hard for, and given our lives so that they could be in charge, the fact that those scumbags are in charge means that we should get everything for free so that they lose power, cause that's not what this cuntry was founded on. if you want to sue me for downloading crappy muzik for free that i would never pay for, then i should have some money coming my way for all these writings of mine that i put so much effort into, and don't see a dime or a crime for, let alone anyone reading them. the wrong rockstars are famous. our rockstars should care about muzik and care about the fans, not money. we can blame the record companies and we can blame ourselves for bringing greed into the muzik industry. that's when quality muzik went out the window. now we pay twenty nonrefundable dollars of our hard earned money for a piece of plastik crap that's so horrible, the band should be paying us to listen to it. have we forgotten the value of good muzik. have our rockstars forgotten why they're here. now we just buy whatever crap is presented infront of us, and don't care about sustenance. when's the last time anyone cried to a song, because it saved their life. not even the good bands make good muzik anymore. it's just cheap plastik three minute commercial crap that only fills up the piece of plastik crap disk it's on half way, and provides no intellectual or emotional sustenance whatsoever, and sure as phuk won't save your life. and it's all because we paid the wrong rockstars too much money, and they used our money to take cuntrol and phuk us all over. it's time to phuk them back. we should steal their cd from the record store full of posers and whiners, and shove it directly back up their greedy ass, sticker and all. tape a copyright symbol to a brick and throw that thru their airplane window. if they try to throw it back, you can sue them for infringement. this phuking muzik industry has gone phuking mad. the fans are in comas, and the rockstars are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, because they have no souls cause they souled out. we could take the muzik industry back, but just like a revolution, that would require us getting off our ass. it should be easier for real artists to get published. but as it is now, we just kiss the asses of the rich, and piss on whoever's not.

it's unknown to us how people get famous, it's a magikal mystery we don't care to know, we leave that responsibility up to the pros, cause they know what they're doing, and all we worry about is who is famous and don't worry about who isn't. we just sit back and watch, while they dazzle us with a little sparkly song and dance. they put on a little show, and we're too lazy to look behind the curtain. to see what's being chosen for us.

oh, look at that, she's up there on stage, doing a cute little dance, putting on a little show, sucking that corporate cock, right there on stage, isn't that fantastik. you almost can't see the strings, that's incredible. they really worked hard on this illusion. there's no wonder why she's so successful, look at that throat work. robots on stage for a robot audience. how cute. let's toss a dollar at them.

how come she's only on stage for as long as the bosses keep girlfriends.

(...as long as they keep breeding to our muzik...)
(...whenever a new hole comes along...)
(...use it up, and throw away the wrapper...)
(...move on to the next one, while she's still fresh...)
(...fifteen minutes, cause that's only as long as we're interested...)
(...those soulless girls actually have four holes to penetrate...)
(...that's three minutes and fortyfive seconds per hole...)
(...not only do we get their souls and tears, but we can phuk what's left...)
(...that soul hole is the best one, it's cool and tender...)

little zombies on stage for a zombie audience. how adorable.
little puppets doing the string dance on stage in a mental home.