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So I’m down to the last days of this shoot, and I must say that despite the hours (waking up at 4:30 in the morning is a bitch) I must say that I’m enjoying my time listening to these actors, actresses and other artists speak their peace on what inspires and motivates them. If both the stalkerazzi and deranged Stanleys shined their knobs because of the things they’ve said rather than the shit they’ve done I’m pretty sure there’d be a lot less Crazy Gideon types running around Fat Manning trains and Turks the way Lawrence of Arabia did.

Then again, I couldn’t tell you who’s running this rap shit into the ground: the secret sect of curly sideburn-rocking Israelis or the knob slobbers themselves. As far as I’m concerned though I’d have to lean towards the maniacal tendencies of fans because we’re all well aware of how apeshit stupid they can be. Whereas before I’d be more fearful of some hump trying to yoke me for my sneaks, now I have to worry if some schizo Rufus Blaq fan wanting to snuff me because I think his music is a gynormous piece of anus? That’s some bullshit!

It’s one thing to have love for, give props to and show respect for an artist that tickles your fancy. But the level of Stannery has gotten so inane that – if I was a more caring individual – I’d be worried about the mental conditioning of these asscunts. It’s almost as if their life long dream is to be touched on the inside by their favorite rapper.

Naux haux maux on that last paragraph.

With the advent of the Internets things have gotten even more ridiculous, what with nay saying dickheads wanting you to circle your crib if you make some harebrained, quasi-racist remark that gets their leopard-print bloomers in a bunch. I’ll admit watching a couple idiots cyber-squab can be amusing sometimes, but in the end it’s really not that serious to scrap with some faceless chump you’ll probably never meet. I swear though, if fruity comments were currency I’d be a fucking Brazillionaire by now.

I never understood where all of this originated from, since I personally don’t see the hype most of the time. It’s pretty retarded to want to murk somebody for their ideals though as if one is waging some holy war against a group of people because their way of living doesn’t match their own. Waitaminute…

* Thinks about it*

Damn, those tall Israelis are running this rap shit.

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