You may be thinking I protest too much about Pink Floyd. Maybe I do. But you know why I joke about them? I fear them. Rather, I am for some reason enraged with them. It seems to have also been fear, which were translated into humor. I felt mad because... I was being stupid. I thought I would like them. But I soon became afraid. I felt sort of... connected with the band. It felt horrible to see what they did. Look, I used Insane Troll Logic and Bad Judgement.
Pink Floyd >Long hair > Womanly appearances > Other girly appearing bands > quality music was how I thought. Was why I said my own stupidity.
I tried again. All I got were nightmares. Like Roger Waters, wielding an axe, stalking towns as I thought of this...
With this horrible, maniacal, laughter. Taking joy in the deaths of others. Another?
Syd Barrett's slow descent into madness. I did have one odd one, though. It was a white room. The whole band, sitting around, instruments by them. I was there, for some reason, joking with them and talking of (then) current events caused by obviously bad decisions, morality, corruption. But mostly it was light-hearted joking. Almost like old friends. I had to spend a day with them, they acted like pleasant people. I was no longer afraid. Almost happy... then it ended. It was weird, I mostly thought of them murdering people, not joking. I looked up some stuff, smiling, thinking "Hey, maybe they aren't all bad. Maybe not all their videos have psychological horror, surreal wastelands, mind bending gore, and similar things." Then I found some other stuff and my smile faded. I have mellowed since then, however. I can at least type their name without shuddering. I don't wish to have them killed, then burn their bodies in a fire. I would have been just as bad.
I now make jokes about them, giving them names that were to poke fun at them. I find some comics funny (Look up Derpy Floyd. It says at the top "Peenk Floids" and it has no background. "Rawgah Waterz" has an accurately huge nose and a shirt that says "I my ego". He's screaming "Ritchawrd! Why you drop the cookies??!!!!" Ritchard has an equally huge head and big eyes saying, "Deh, Rawgur.", with a thought bubble with a kitty in it by his head. ), while some disturb me. I'll never like them. Why?
Bad Points of Pink Floyd:
1) For all their skills, they have an odd, headache inducing noise about them.
2) Disturbing imagery
3) Extreme dislike of things.
4) Roger Waters apparently spat on a member of the audience (However, the guy apparently was annoying. Doesn't make it right).
1) One member donated a house to charity (Credit for you.)
2) Having diversity in sound.
Stupid Bad Points:
1) David Gilmour's hair is very greasy.
2) Roger Waters is nightmare fuel.
3) Albums. You either love them, hate them, or you go insane.
4) Waters' grumpiness.
You know I mentioned Roger Waters spitting on a member of the audience? It wasn't because it was rude. Sure, it is rude and gross, but also, think of those bacteria in one's mouth. Yeah. That guy should be glad he didn't have or get any diseases. Besides Psychoaxemurdererusitis.
So, I think Pink Floyd is a never-ending pit of disturbed minds and sad endings. We could have been friends.
MUAHAHHAAAAHHHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA *SLASH* Ah, your blood is so sweet.
*Laughs to self* Heh. AAAAAHHHHH! I was a lonely boy. I'm not the only boy, though. No. So I better be careful with that axe...
Roger held the axe in his hands, gazing at Eugene's lifeless body. He ran the tip of his finger through the trail of blood on the axe. He set it down, and picked Eugene's corpse up.
"I told you to be careful with that axe, Eugene."
He smiled. Fourth victim of the day who'd been killed with their own weapon. He began to laugh. Men, women, children. All fair game. He'd killed a family with a single shard of glass. A friend with the sharp edge of a broken record. He was so busy in his thought that he didn't seem to notice the black haired teenager behind him. His hair went past his shoulders and over his eyes, so it was impossible to see his piercing eyes and the scar on his shoulder. The boy simply stared. His green eyes grew as he saw the blood, the smiling, the axe. He, Brett, had before no idea why Eugene was missing. So here he is. he thought. He stepped out of the shadows as Roger began to pick up the axe and creep upstairs.
Perhaps it was confidence, maybe stupidity. But when Roger lowered the axe down again into the cold hands of the man on the floor to reach for a shard of glass, Brett walked behind him. He held the axe and aimed for Roger's head. In a few seconds, the man was dead, his neck slashed in a manner similar to Eugene. Brett looked up. He walked over to Roger's body and kneeled beside it.
"I told you to be careful with that axe."
Then he wrapped Eugene's body in an old blanket and carried him to a forest, where he buried him.
What if Waters killed Barrett and Wright?
ROGER WATERS (Nightmare Fuel station attendant)
Powers: Axe murdering, screaming
b*****d level: 520000000000/20
DAVID GILMOUR (Gender ambiguous being)
*Greasy hair here*
Powers: Guitar uses
b*****d level: 5/20
Likes: Appearing to have not washed it's hair, apparently.
RICHARD WRIGHT (Gender ambigous being)
Powers: Convincing men who believe he's a woman to do stuff for him
b*****d level: 6/20
NICK MASON (Creepy drummer and anti-crust activist)
Powers: Drums, creeping you out
b*****d level: 5/20
Likes: Crustless baked goods
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