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Originally posted by collin
Certain Katy songs could actually, actually drive me into a mentally deranged rage.
Visuals of children being viciously murdered Saw-style, dowsed in pig's blood, chainsaw-to-the-genitals often come to mind when I think of satan's sex toy & sopping semen rag's career and input into this Earth. I often see crowds of Kindergartners being tear-gassed; I think of elementary schools being invaded and went-to-town on by dozens of machine guns. I think of puppies being tossed into wood chippers.
Peacock playing often makes me think of children's arms slowly being sliced open by a serrated knife.
I think of nuclear warfare and the thought is inviting; warm; compared to Katy Perry.
I think of Katy Perry spending her entire life being raped/tortured and the abuser somehow coming out of it the one that was irreparably damaged, Katy bouncing back and making racist, cheap, misogynistic, valueless jokes about it...
Guys read this. I spent an embarrassing amount of time on it like Schhh with that annoying unfunny GIF.
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My fave's songs have a strong effect, stronger than drugs, on your mind.
What's life like for you in a Kat-friendly country having Katy's songs in high rotation everywhere? Is it like being allergic for the sun or daylight while living in California?
I can picture you in a Darth Vader suit:
- LCDs in the helmet automatically blocking out pictures of Katy and any feline hints toward Katy.
- Soundproofing to keep Katy's songs out.
- Airtight to prevent you from inhaling whatever a Kat could exhale. You never know a virus might turn you Kat.