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I confess I f****** hate today’s “country” “music” yes if you can call it such.

I just got back from the store and some goddamn song was on- not going to look up its name- that literally went “just when I thought it couldn’t get no hotter,” or something to that effect- and it’s NOT the song you think it is. It’s a brand new song that sure as s*** ripped the words right out of another recent song. It continues “1 shot 2 shot coppertone red.” Enthralling, really. I was beside myself.

Top it off with all country songs have to talk about a chevy, a woman’s a** in tight jeans, sun, sand. Just f****** shut up because except for the southern tip of Florida and the southwest, most of your hillbilly market experiences winter. That means for every b******* song you write– no no not even– for every song you have someone else write because you’re too stupid, you cancel out many cold bitter people that are half as likely to listen to you belt out somebody else’s lyrics with a stupid beat.

When Alabama was big they were talkin’ about “There are people in this country that work hard every day not for fame or fortune do they strive, but the fruits are their labor they work more than they’re paid” and that really spoke to people. Johnny Cash spoke to people. Vince Gill had a great voice. Miranda Lambert speaks her mind and has a great voice. Even Carrie Underwood.

Then you have halfwit dumbfucks like Luke Bryan or Florida Georgia Line that aren’t even country boys that get up there and start belting out some b******* that sells because nothing else is on to listen to. I swear to God I could find some homeless deteriorating retard covered in s*** and pond scum that would write a song 10 times better than that b******* and it drives me up the f****** wall to hear it on the airwaves of such a great country. I really hope somebody in country music showbiz reads this, but I don’t think I will be so lucky.

Just f****** make music and don’t get up there to get paid. F****** stop it. STOP. JUST F****** STOP!!!! Even if you’re some label’s puppet, get up there and sing about s*** that matters.

New Confession

My art therapist/group therapist and I were having an illegal affair. I would write secret messages to her and she would read them and respond to them in person. She would do favors i asked of her, like wearing outfits i asked her to wear, she’d even do me s***** favors. I made her a google drive full of p*** of me and then crafted a puzzle link to get to it that only she could have known. The link was a tinyurl with three phrases in the url that only she could have known. We would walk for an hour every day and swing at the park. I would write her poetry and play love songs for her every day. She broke the rules to play mario kart with me constantly when her boss was out. We had something magical. But she would never communicate directly with me because sge was afraid she’d lose her liscence to practice and her boyfriend and house, abd when I pushed her to unmask and be real, she told me I was wasting my time. Well that pissed me off and I crashed out a little abd she used that crash out to get me kicked out of my group therapy program. She wants out and I told her she’s not allowed to want out. I told her If she doesn’t reach out to me and continue this affair, that i will report her and get her liscence taken away and if that doesn’t work ill find some other way to ruin her life. You dont go from gooning in the bathroom at work to someone to throwing them away in the same week. Thats fucked. I’ll post her name here soon if she stays quiet and doesn’t reach out to me.

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