|Miss Henson's 6th grade class |
Wesley Willis's new stuff just doesn't measure up to his classic period.
You really can't beat those "outdoors, by a pond" acoustics
Also, you can't rhyme "gone" with "gone", c'mon
He just needs Lil' Jon to yell OK! every so often and you wouldn't even be able to tell his sick ryhmes from mainstreet rap.
I haven't really kept up with THE THIRD EAGLE OF THE APOCALYPSE or whatever the fuck name he's using now.
What a tool.
I think I'm most offended by "Prophesied". Dude, there's a Z missing. Or maybe a second S if you're going by the British spelling. Like a freak.
starts getting real good around 3:00
He's bogged down some in his material. He was seriously hashing the Papal Visit for awhile. He's gone to really just playing for his groupies.. Who yes, he does have. Some of his "discoveries" are being fed to him by trolls, because he believes everything sent to him by email apparently. But mad props to the Third Eagle. He can die having graced us with too many penises in the Denver Intl. Airport.
Mr. Purple Cat Esq.
Is there some psychiatric condition whereupon you will zealously believe any random shit *but not* universally accepted and overwhelmingly evidenced views?
Seems like one could unify a lot of the subjects here under that malaise.
Miss Henson's 6th grade class
What really freaks me out about Bill is that he looks really normal, in one sense, like someone's grandfather, or a retired dentist. And he seems really intense and uptight in other ways, like he might clean his bathroom eighteen times a day or save his urine in a jar or something. It's something about the way he dresses. His beard might be a bit too trimmed, maybe. But then, underneath it all, he's a raving lunatic, and that makes you wonder how many other seemingly normal people are also raving lunatics. Which is really the magic of POE.
"And, lo, the Lord sent a great alligator from the pond to smite the keyboard."
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