OH OWL CITY CAN FUCK RIGHT OFF. I’D RATHER:
- PUSH SHIT AND GLASS INTO MY EARS, WHILST RUNNING ROUND THE ENTIRE COAST OF BRITAIN SINGING LADY GAGA
- AND THEN TRY AND FACE THE KILLER RABBIT OFF MONTY PYTHON’S HOLY GRAIL
- AND THEN READ THE TWILIGHT “SAGA” WHILST WATCHING THE FILMS AND DRINKING MY OWN URINE.
- AND THEN BE FORCED TO WATCH PEOPLE BURN A SELECTION OF OSCAR WILDE’S WORK WHILST HAVING SHIT POURED OVER ME.
ONE AFTER THE OTHER
THAN LISTEN TO THAT SHITE.
(disclaimer: i will do no such thing, i am over exaggerating slightly.)
OH, AND FURTHERMORE
I FART IN HIS GENERAL DIRECTION, HIS MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND HIS FATHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES.
take a deep breath, have a cuppa and listen to some sigur rós dear, you need it.
