The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration

The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration promises a neverending spew of pointless minutae, brilliant yet useless ideas, troublingly cruel commentary and emphatic musings on whatever shiny object happens to catch our collective eye. Always remember, hate the game, not the playa.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

News: American Idol Of The Living Dead, Round 12

Ouch! Seacrest is such a sadistic little creep, in'nt he? I'm surprised Chris didn't clean his clock for him.

Still, it makes sense to us. Someone's got to go. Whipping-boy Elliott just worked harder. Taylor's got his "soul patrol" (woo!) zealots. Katharine... we'll, she just makes us all tingly. So that leaves Chris and his angry whiny vibrato. Duck duck duck goose, bitch.

Seriously, Cueball-- did you think winning American Idol was going to give you some sort of rocker street cred, or were you just going for the big payday? Being a zombie is way more rock and roll, dawg.

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