It’s a Publicist.
That’s what it is.
That’s when you start eating dicks.
When you pay someone else to choose your moves for you.
Someone that knows better, someone with their finger on the pulse .
That’s when you become a bitch ass motherfucker.
And you don’t deserve to be heard.
🥱🥱
How ya feeling today?
Weather is nice over here..
Today..I’m gonna plug up music gear.
I’ve been resetting my layout and I haven’t played in a week or two.
That’s a barometer.
I can tell when I start becoming a real cranky cunt…
Least I don’t have a publicist 😂😂
Telling me to be Billy Ray Cyrus, and get people talking about me through pity 😂😂😂
You know how I know that’s true?
Technical difficulties.
Nobody plays a gig at that level without a solid Crew and solid gear..
So it was staged.
The wardrobe,
The behavior…
It’s all an act.
And it’s all about attention.
And that’s your world.
That’s what you’re raising children in…
A publicist’s playground.
Bunch of weak sheep
Tsk tsk…
That’s too bad 😕
dawn 