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This childish yet over-the-hill narcissist who is retarded in a state of adolescence and has been over indulged by cultural forces because he wrote some good lyrics back in the 80's. This fatuous moron who really believes the entire planet revolves around him.
He's so arrogant and yet has such a tiny mind he didn't realise that writing a novel is a different discipline to writing a song. This overrated bloated flatulent figure who's life revolves around three opinions: he hates the royals, he hates thatcher, he hates meat eaters. Like there's no other evils currently occurring in the world. His political opinions are as one-note and repetitive as his endlessly predictable vocal melodies. It's about time this mediocre, washed-up bore was held to account for wasting people's time with his pointless shite. I'm so glad that's finally happened with The List Of The Lost.
Morrissey should have just rested on his laurels and enjoyed the adulation of his non-questioning idiot fans. Now by attempting to gain admiration in a grown up field of art he has over-reached and finally proven the truth to the world: he's a fat, flatulent pseudo-intellectual windbag who is good at writing teenage pop lyrics but that's about it.
So glad this bullshit worship of this massively flawed and over-indulged narcissist can finally draw to a close.
He's so arrogant and yet has such a tiny mind he didn't realise that writing a novel is a different discipline to writing a song. This overrated bloated flatulent figure who's life revolves around three opinions: he hates the royals, he hates thatcher, he hates meat eaters. Like there's no other evils currently occurring in the world. His political opinions are as one-note and repetitive as his endlessly predictable vocal melodies. It's about time this mediocre, washed-up bore was held to account for wasting people's time with his pointless shite. I'm so glad that's finally happened with The List Of The Lost.
Morrissey should have just rested on his laurels and enjoyed the adulation of his non-questioning idiot fans. Now by attempting to gain admiration in a grown up field of art he has over-reached and finally proven the truth to the world: he's a fat, flatulent pseudo-intellectual windbag who is good at writing teenage pop lyrics but that's about it.
So glad this bullshit worship of this massively flawed and over-indulged narcissist can finally draw to a close.