An endless pool of miserable shit ending in a 12 guage flush. A four chord wonder with a needle driven back beat. An empty eye socket sucking stars and scars. A mumbling husk sucked dry by the succubus pustule Love. Roast in Peace.

This article is fuking abysmal. It's so amazingly full of self-congratulatory cocksucking claptrap that it belongs in Rolling Stone more than the Washington Post. Admitting at the top that "Kurt would hate this essay" doesn't make it alright to make the rest of us hate it too.

Okay. He's still dead. Thanks for the reminder.

vasudeva> and all those stupid confused kids who made a fuking pilgrimage to his house and held vigils
vasudeva> hahaha
vasudeva> fuking idiots
vasudeva> KURT COBAIN YOU WERE MY LEADER AND SPIRITUAL GUIDE
vasudeva> NOW THAT YOU'VE LEFT ME BEREFT OF YOUR SHINING GUIDANCE I AM SPIRITUALLY ADRIFT

My thoughts in a crappy nutshell.

hey anyone heard of probot?

No.

SMEGMA!

Probot is good. Anything with King Diamond, dude. Currently Gothmog is HIgh Priest of Probot.