09-20-2025, 06:41 PM
People used to bitch so much that David Berman was Stephen Malkmus with the pitch slowed down, that David would refer to himself as "Steve" in his songs.
And then he killed himself.
They were not the same person.
Elliot Smith also killed himself. He jammed a massive steak knife into his heart, right? Can you imagine? Can you imagine plunging a large knife into your heart? Nah. He was murdered.
A lesser musician killed him--killed Elliot to take his energy, along with Kurt--and then, as a consequence, produced nothing but absolute fucking trash; garbage; swill; shit. Shite. This little Australian cunt, bitch, fool, joke, clown, stole the lives of rich and sumptuous artists with the idea that their prowess and energy would transfer to his sorry ass, and in the duration between their deaths and this current age, he has illustrated what a talentless sack of shit he is, and i hope he dies slowly. Seriously. Fuck you, man. You watched too much David Lynch and took his laws too seriously, and you are an abhorrent pile of NOTHING. I hope to God that you end up on some forensics program for all of your evil and vile activity. That will be your only claim to fame.
But for now? Elliot fucking Smith:
Next door, the TV's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
It's easy to do
And I try to be, but you know me
I come back when you want me to.
FUCK.
God please salvage, protect and hold to your beyond-words bosom the soul and goodness of Elliot Smith, and let him evolve and move forward as you see fit.
And then he killed himself.
They were not the same person.
Elliot Smith also killed himself. He jammed a massive steak knife into his heart, right? Can you imagine? Can you imagine plunging a large knife into your heart? Nah. He was murdered.
A lesser musician killed him--killed Elliot to take his energy, along with Kurt--and then, as a consequence, produced nothing but absolute fucking trash; garbage; swill; shit. Shite. This little Australian cunt, bitch, fool, joke, clown, stole the lives of rich and sumptuous artists with the idea that their prowess and energy would transfer to his sorry ass, and in the duration between their deaths and this current age, he has illustrated what a talentless sack of shit he is, and i hope he dies slowly. Seriously. Fuck you, man. You watched too much David Lynch and took his laws too seriously, and you are an abhorrent pile of NOTHING. I hope to God that you end up on some forensics program for all of your evil and vile activity. That will be your only claim to fame.
But for now? Elliot fucking Smith:
Next door, the TV's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
It's easy to do
And I try to be, but you know me
I come back when you want me to.
FUCK.
God please salvage, protect and hold to your beyond-words bosom the soul and goodness of Elliot Smith, and let him evolve and move forward as you see fit.
