Watch Out Here He Comes...
Dear Pete Burns...
You may well think that you are the epitome of all that was cool in the eighties. You may even have a line of fans longer than the queue behind you for the bathroom but in my opinion (which after all is all that matters in this LJ) you are a washed up old has been with the attitude of a worldweary middle ages trailer park mom!
So your plastic surgery went wrong? So you wear a coat made out of a monkey? So you used to be one of the indie cool kids? If this was 1985 you may still grace the cover of NME but it's 2006 now and that place is reserved for whippersnapper pretty boys like Preston rather than middle aged men who look like Lily Savage after a night out on the town with Charlotte Church.
I would however like to have something nice to say about your personality because as Maggot tells us... all this negative energy is bad, man! Unfortunately I don't. You are an image obsessed moron. You are free to leave the diary room... you are free to leave the house... hell feel free to leave my TV screen forever.
Disregards
Scott
You may well think that you are the epitome of all that was cool in the eighties. You may even have a line of fans longer than the queue behind you for the bathroom but in my opinion (which after all is all that matters in this LJ) you are a washed up old has been with the attitude of a worldweary middle ages trailer park mom!
So your plastic surgery went wrong? So you wear a coat made out of a monkey? So you used to be one of the indie cool kids? If this was 1985 you may still grace the cover of NME but it's 2006 now and that place is reserved for whippersnapper pretty boys like Preston rather than middle aged men who look like Lily Savage after a night out on the town with Charlotte Church.
I would however like to have something nice to say about your personality because as Maggot tells us... all this negative energy is bad, man! Unfortunately I don't. You are an image obsessed moron. You are free to leave the diary room... you are free to leave the house... hell feel free to leave my TV screen forever.
Disregards
Scott