Album Rating: 1.0
"rape a thesaurus"
why the fuck would i need a thesaurus
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to rape it, of course
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Album Rating: 3.5
why the fuck would i need a thesaurus
Punk rock tapped into the anger and discontent of a generation of British society that was fed up with the
hippie message of peace and free love. It instead channeled its nihilistic fury against the boredom, disillusionment,
and hypocrisy of the newly-dawning age of neoliberalism, railing against any and every traditional authority that
stood in its path. But something was lost amidst this generalized annihilative rage: the personal feelings of heartbreak
and loss, the tragic and lyrical dimension of music. These were looked upon by the punk movement with scorn and
disgust. Such feelings were just cheap sentimentalism, romantic drivel…emotions that should have by now been
drowned in the snot, spit, and liquid apathy of the punk Weltanshauung.
For those who still clung to these emotions, who had despite themselves absorbed the influence of punk rock, a new
genre was born: emo (which was destined to go through its own series of mutations and transformations). This
combined the rawness, incompetence, and heroic amateurism of punk rock with the personal oblivion of death,
betrayal, and unrequited love. The sneering growl of punk rock vocals gradually gave way to hysterical shrieks, and
the oversimplified three-powerchord patterns were replaced by calculated cacophony and more sophisticated
harmonic dissonance. The aggressively brusque straightforwardness of punk lyrics, their studied stupidity, was
exchanged for a more precious vocabulary and elaborate attempts at lyrical symbolism. All of a sudden emo began to
wax poetic, trying to give itself the illusion of depth. The cracking voice that pierced through the fuzz of the guitars
and bad production was seen as a testament to its authenticity, an expression of the genuine pathos that must
underlie all of this chaos and ugliness. Predictably, such techniques were swiftly glamorized and soon became
standard within the genre.
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yeah those are words
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Album Rating: 4.0
i feel like you come in your own eye a lot, am i right?
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Album Rating: 1.0
what are the words in those passages that you need help with ShadowRemains
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Album Rating: 3.5
i could ask the same question to you
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Album Rating: 4.0
thought you were smarter than a your mom joke =(
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Album Rating: 4.0
ocular cumshot...now that's new to me
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lol pit alt. callin it
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Although you seem like an attention-whore, and the review was ridiculously overblown at some points, it was still really interesting to read from an unbiased standpoint. Also, you are forever Jerry Seinfeld's bitch. Just saying.
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Album Rating: 4.0
it fits for MJ
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Album Rating: 1.0
no one's too smart for a "your mom" joke
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Album Rating: 1.0
thanks, OutOfMyself
it was the result of a moment of divine inspiration, a visitation of the muse
but yes, George and Jason Alexander in general are Jerry Seinfeld's bitch
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i will lol so mother fucking hard if this is a pit alt
please god, please
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even i have to admit that would be funny
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Album Rating: 3.5
same
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hey Mr, The Swamp Thing are you eva gonna answer my question on the 1st page?
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I have to admit that George would be the only character I could see Pit making an account for...
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I just now noticed the breasts in your avatar.
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