I wanted to say something ruder but withheld myself.
I guess I like to swear, but I have a friend or two, mostly one, maybe a half somewhere, who frown on it a bit, and I sort of try and refrain... except for the casual "fuck" here and there. In quotes just to be safe. Use protection with your words people. They are bloody dangerous.
So...
Justin Bieber smells like poo. Like... I hear his voice and somehow I can smell shit. It's like Miles Davis hearing colors, I smell music, and Justin Bieber is a Turd. I don't even know how old he is. I hear his voice is breaking, egads, so is probably 14, maybe 15, maybe younger. I feel he is far too young to be prancing around whining about how he thought his love would last for ever.
This brings up two possibilities.
He is either lying, which makes him a big douche bag. Because fourteen year olds are running around thinking they are in love, and vampires. But they might have already been thinking that. I'm pretty sure there were some twits in my class who thought they were in love. Though I did like Daniel's comment in grade 8: "I'm just in to her body." Kids are sweet.
Which leads to the other option. Maybe Justin Bieber really does feel that way. He's dumb and mislead, but he might actually feel that way. Romeo and Juliet felt that way. It seemed like really really huge passionate love. It probably was. But immature and mislead. Who's to say Romeo and Juliet aren't responsible for Justin Bieber, and who is responsible for that story, or for inspiring Shakespeare to write it.
One thing does separate Mr. Bieber from Shakespeare though. Shakespeare smells considerably less like shit than Mr. Bieber. Justin may believe in his subject matter and really feel all those things he's singing about, but his songs are still terrible. The music is not good, and he may be ridiculous.
I'm glad lots of people are enjoying them and feeling better for hearing him. I don't know if they should really stop. But they probably should are likely dumber for it, though I think I may have boogied to an S Club seven song or two... and I am likely dumber for it... but perhaps happier.
p.s. totally unrelated word of advice. don't be afraid of saying fuck you from time to time.
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