vivicadelicious:

lunatrash:

suddenlybees:

Dear Marilyn Manson,

I have just listened to one song off of your new album, and honey, things aren’t looking too good. Um, “You’re a little pistol and I’m fucking pistol whipped”?

Huh.

Cute.

Remember the days when you were actually awesome? When your songs weren’t all about emo kid love and Hot Topic bondage kits? When you were mad as hell and not going to take it anymore? When your lyrics had at least some social relevance?
I do.

I miss those days.

Those were the days when you didn’t look like an angsty Sith lord going through puberty.

But I suppose I should come to the point.

STOP SUCKING.

IT’S MAKING ME SAD.

I mean what is it? Is it the drugs? Did you forget how to kick ass?
I just want you to know, if you need any help in reassembling your badassery, you can always call me. Day or night, just pick up the phone. I mean that. I do.

Love,
Alanna

Well said

There’s no problem. That’s the thing. Manson used to write about ISSUES because his life was full of them. When you become shit hot famous and wind up with everything you want, that’s when the music goes shit.

Instead of recording a new album, he should just tour and make his money that way. Enjoy the accomplishments you’ve made, instead of writing material that could destroy your great reputation as a songwriter.

Ugh, I know. I sort of feel bad for wishing him miserable and angry again so his music can improve, but then I remember the good times. And I wish him severe emotional trauma.

So what if the worst thing he has to deal with is why his girlfriend is mad at him. Even if his life is going hunky dory, the times we live in are not, and his old songs that touched on those issues were the ones that I really loved. I mean, one of his main focuses was on how twisted pop culture, advertising, and the media are. But now he’s totally bought into it. He stopped being about showing the world how weird it was, and began just reveling in how oh-so-shocking he is.

Or isn’t.

Anymore.

Not that he didn’t do that before, but at least there was a message.

I guess I need to write him a new letter.

I think Ringo and Paul are neck and neck in a contest to see who’ll be the last Beatle left alive.

I was born Team Ringo, and I’ll die Team Ringo.

(Source: hidingfromthewolves, via iamasadcunt)