[Disclaimer: Do not click this link. Do not expose yourself. If you feel you must damage yourself, seek out the number for the Samaritans in your country. This is present only to illustrate that like an inoperable eyeball cancer or a mushroom spore from outer space, Rebecca Black continues to make 'music'.]
The little red pill doesn’t fucking work! It’s a swindle! God fucking damnit!
Oh who even fucking cares. Go away. I will get out of bed just long enough to arrange a grindcore playlist, and I will spend the rest of the day in bed, and tomorrow, I might write the review I was not quite ready for today. It’s either this, or open up my femoral artery after snapping my unplayed copy of the Dark Third and going to work as a theatre critic.