shirtless driver wrote:
I don't know what this dude expects from a bunch of strangers on a message board devoted to talking shit about Dan Bernstein or arguing about the occupation of the Gaza Strip or Julie fuckin' DiCaro. Assuming he can't read this because his parents shut his cell phone off, (he's 37 
), this guy has been writing the same wow-is-me/woe-is-me shit as long as I've been here. He speaks his own language then gets mad when the rest of the world (i.e. a message board) doesn't bow in reverence to his next level Einstein awesomeness. Maybe no one gives a shit about his inane profundity or Aphex Twin or Aceyalone or how many times he's had a gat up in his grill because everyone knows he's just straight up full of shit. I don't know if it's drugs, or an actual medical/mental thing going on, but in 2018, you've literally got little kids mumbling about Xanax over a generic 808 trap beat getting millions of views/attention/REAL MONEY. If this dude is half the genius he says he is, he'd sell out so he can get out of whatever basement he's living in and then he can tell us how wrong we all were from the comfort of his beach house. With all the REAL problems on this planet, I just don't understand how anyone can legit believe that they are OWED cred/financial success because they think they're the best rapper/DJ/producer/whatever and then be an antisocial parasite because no one cares about his feelings. I didn't intend to come at this as a bully or a hater, but seriously...this dude doesn't seem to take one iota of personal accountabilty for ANYTHING that's gone to shit in his life, and it must be a chore to know him in real life.
Get well, sinicalypse, go recycle some empty beer cans and get yourself a pre-paid at Boost mobile so 'the man' won't be able to keep you silent anymore.
), this guy has been writing the same wow-is-me/woe-is-me shit as long as I've been here. He speaks his own language then gets mad when the rest of the world (i.e. a message board) doesn't bow in reverence to his next level Einstein awesomeness. Maybe no one gives a shit about his inane profundity or Aphex Twin or Aceyalone or how many times he's had a gat up in his grill because everyone knows he's just straight up full of shit. I don't know if it's drugs, or an actual medical/mental thing going on, but in 2018, you've literally got little kids mumbling about Xanax over a generic 808 trap beat getting millions of views/attention/REAL MONEY. If this dude is half the genius he says he is, he'd sell out so he can get out of whatever basement he's living in and then he can tell us how wrong we all were from the comfort of his beach house. With all the REAL problems on this planet, I just don't understand how anyone can legit believe that they are OWED cred/financial success because they think they're the best rapper/DJ/producer/whatever and then be an antisocial parasite because no one cares about his feelings. I didn't intend to come at this as a bully or a hater, but seriously...this dude doesn't seem to take one iota of personal accountabilty for ANYTHING that's gone to shit in his life, and it must be a chore to know him in real life.Get well, sinicalypse, go recycle some empty beer cans and get yourself a pre-paid at Boost mobile so 'the man' won't be able to keep you silent anymore.
BOOSH!!!
