Sup fucktards

I know. This appeared to be just a short lived experiment in blogging that just showcased me as a lazy, unmotivated teenager. Ah, some stupid American kid creates a fake Eurotrash name and writes a blog where he sexually objectifies the recently deceased. There's every good reason that it didn't last. But, the fact is, I never really felt the urge to write too much after a while. You know why? Well, frankly my few and completely undevoted followers, blogging is retarded*.

Blogging is how someone like you or me shares their opinion with the world, and can write whatever the fuck they want. That sounds great doesn't it? Well you see everything is fine until hipsters fuck it up. Syd Barrett, the Velvet Underground, Warhol, Tarantino, v-necks, microbreweries, and vinyl LP's didn't use to be things you should be ashamed of liking. Blogging is one of the foremost casualties. Nobody wants to rub their bullshit in your face more than hipsters. Hipster culture is all about telling the world how you feel, which means that, however admirable the intentions were, blogging has become a true sin. Pitchfork Media has blossomed from a blog into a full blown Al-Qaeda for music (future posts will deal more extensively with Pitchfork).

Yet, a hatred of hipsters has led me to rededicate myself to writing a blog that is not for hipsters. I will write a blog that will be extraordinarily stupid and politically incorrect. I will scorn any reader who takes this shit seriously. I will piss on Animal Collective records. Sure, I like a lot of obscure 60's music and can be pretty pretentious about a lot of things. Fuck it, my ID picture currently is the album cover from Velvet Underground and Nico.I can be kind of a hipster. But whatever happens I will not shove any bullshit down your throat. Because bullshit tastes exactly how you'd expect it to taste. And I encourage my nonexistent readers to call me out whenever I'm full of shit.

Thank You,
The Artist formerly known as Pierre von Tronsky