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Some folks have been bitching in the comments lately, about the hate brought(en) by some of Trent's fans, and some have expressed confusion as to how this could happen.

Well let me school you all.

Trent's fans are a bunch of ignorant fucking jackyls. They'll clap along like a bunch of fucking douchebags, then snidely quip against anybody that doesn't fit into their definition of "freak". Nothing is worse than the clique of the anti-cliques, and NIN fans I'm beginning to realize are the worst.

I thought perhaps it was just ETS at first, but I think it's all of them across the board. Of course, I guess that's what you get when your fans are fucking fat 13-year-olds who can't get laid and hate themselves (which is SO FUCKING SPECIAL AND UNIQUE; yeah, none of us were in that exact same boat). I mean for the sweet love of Christ, how can fans of a man who's basically said how awful it was for him to feel like an outsider suddenly turn around and start excising other folks from the "fan" community?

Oh, that's right. I guess it's pretty easy when your fearless fucking leader starts acting like a frat boy on steroids. You don't need to think when he's ignoring the dangerous and the subtle, and instead acting like a fucking Mack Truck of consumerism -- bashing the Bush adminstration with the most obvious film montage ever (you gotta take the shit on that one, sheridan -- the rest of your work is cool, but sorry -- that one sucks) whilst selling $65 sweatshirts to The Kids, and luring your $30/$60 in for The Spiral, with the promise of messageboard chats, only to let the place be run like a fucking band camp on retard day.




And when your best friend suddenly decides to give up all she is and all she's ever thought because of some desperate need to belong, it doesn't really suprise I guess. Because that's what the whole fucking Team of Lemming Retardation has been up to lately.

the leapers
words by Gabriel

lining up
march right along
don't question
don't think
don't you dare, little precious

just take off your shirt
and give me your neck
so i can feed
like a vampyre
and suck it all down

and passion
the fever
it's yesterday's fashion
to care
and to hold yourself up
and to try
why perserve
when you can buy your way into
happiness with a hoodie

don't fool yourself, previous
your denial daugerotype
just because you throw everything away
doesn't make your emptiness the truth

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Gabriel, what in holy hell are you talking about? No, seriously, is there some piece of the puzzle I'm missing? Are you driving your SUV around with a "W" sticker on the back because I'm not sure why you take issue with Trent's perfectly sensible criticisms of the Bush administration.

*You've* leaped off the edge of sanity, along with everyone else here. How do I know? You incorporated a misspelled "daguerreotype" into your "poem." Holy wack unlyrical lyrics!

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 12:32:06 PM

I'm not much of a poet, but every now and then I enjoy experimenting with different mediums.

by Gabriel Miller

I want and want and want
for you to give and give and give
And receive nothing in return.
I know it's hard not to buy groceries
Without money.
But you should be beyond all that now.
Car repairs, electric bills, dog food
for your Weimaraner...
Your needs mean nothing to me
Because you are a mere symbol, a cipher,
That thing that Prince used to use
In place of a signature.
You give me albums and concerts
And inspire my tattoos.
I drool over your pants one night
And call you an asshole the next.
Love me? No, well, all right then.

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 12:42:00 PM


Line 4 should read

"I know it's hard to buy groceries"

I know Gabriel doesn't make sense half the time, but he's not typically illegible.

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 12:48:09 PM

Gabriel, if Trent is such a sell-out, how can Dierdre's rejection of him in favor of a relationship with a flesh and blood man be deemed "selling out" as well?

Does single-minded devotion to a "sell-out" constitute purity of intention?

Posted by: Baal Glyttr | Oct 18, 2005 1:37:09 PM

Oh, and BTDT, please pay Gabriel no heed when he attacks you for hammering us over the head with your "curriculum groupie". He's our resident enfant terrible.

Posted by: Baal Glyttr | Oct 18, 2005 1:44:30 PM

Gabriel, I think I love you.

Posted by: jane | Oct 18, 2005 2:02:15 PM

words by Gabriel

I am lame
But I will try to emulate Gabriel
Because he is so awesome
I hope he teaches me the ways of Christ
Which is what I really want
I think his butt is cute too.

Posted by: Gabriel | Oct 18, 2005 2:46:42 PM

I think that Gabriel has just proven to us that if you give an infinite number of monkeys an infinite number of typewriters...well, it's not quite Shakespeare yet, but check back in about fifty years.

It's like random association here on WTC...frat boy on steroids? What? Where?

Note also the pretentious spelling of "vampyre."

Plus, you think you'd be happy your friend is getting married (although I don't support this whole "give up Trent" campaign), but I guess not...sheesh.

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 2:53:52 PM

Ode to Gabriel
by maise

He is impervious to satire;
Parody to him is the long-lost
Third cousin twice removed
Whom he only sees at weddings.
His grasp of irony
Rivals that of Alanis Morissette.
His vision of Christ
Is enough to make me an atheist.
O! I wish I could make pronouncements
About his ass,
For I am sure there is fodder.
But alas! I have never seen it.

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 2:58:52 PM

Gabriel's Ass
by Jane

Gabriel's ass is a mystery
but I'm certain it is fine
ly rounded, with a light dusting
of soft hair.
Maise, I like you
you're clever; but
I want Gabriel for my own
Step off, bitch.

Posted by: jane | Oct 18, 2005 3:07:33 PM

by maise

My fighting instincts have been awoken.
I suddenly--and strangely--
Covet Gabriel.
I think of all the ways
In which he could be useful to me.
I would make him fix
The printer when it breaks down.
I would have him steep my morning tea
Just so.
I'd have him do a few loads of laundry,
and I would beat him fetishistically
If he forgot the fabric softener.
What joy it would be!

What is this feeling that stirs
In my heart? I haven't crushed
On a gay boy since high school.

Should I then grapple with Jane--
Who is probably more of a bitch than I?
What is this prize I seek?
Is it fashioned of gold or silver or bronze
Or some sort of mystery meat?

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 3:30:52 PM

by Jane

Who, me?
it takes one
to know one
Maise, or so
I've heard, but
you are deficient
in the holy ways
of bitchery.
Gabriel is worthy
of such greater abuse
than you suggest
from your position
as a housewife.

Posted by: jane | Oct 18, 2005 3:42:47 PM

Well, I'm obviously not fitting the image of the typical freak and really, I never have. Screw you for randomly categorizing all fans into a bloody whole the size of a freakin toothpick. Looky here, turns out you may just be as ignorant as the rest of the morons who generally make these stupid remarks.

Posted by: themarina | Oct 18, 2005 4:22:16 PM

I object!
by maise

No mere housewife, I.
Instead I toil for The Man in
A windowless office,
Examining commas until
My very eyes bleed.

I will grant you that
My ability to humiliate
Gabriel sexually is limited,
As I am married.

But pray, Dante Alighieri, what do you suggest doing to him?
I for one have never found you

Perhaps Gabriel should choose:
Liebchen, would you like your torture
To be more authentic and humorless?
Or do you like a little whimsy with your abuse?

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 4:33:42 PM

words by Gabriel

You two blow
Come hither, and...

Now just learn to suck it
So you'll shut the fuck up.

Posted by: Gabriel | Oct 18, 2005 4:37:00 PM

Wow Gabriel... I had no idea you had all these women clamoring after your juicy ass. Although it's definitely worth clamoring after.

Your last poem makes me hot, but you already know I'm slightly twisted like that.

And speaking of twisted (ha), Maxwell and I are going to Bar Sin on Friday. You in or out? Let me know. xxxx

Posted by: gingersnaps | Oct 18, 2005 4:58:40 PM

You've all lost it.

Posted by: Kim | Oct 18, 2005 5:06:01 PM

I love the poetry wars!

Gabriel, don't call the girls whores. Thats disrespectful!

I love you, man-slut.


Posted by: Nicole | Oct 18, 2005 5:38:26 PM

lighten up, gabriel.


as far as the poetry wars are concerned, his my uber-hip haiku:

dig your grave with words
burn every bridge you have
to prove a lame point



Posted by: denise | Oct 18, 2005 7:06:28 PM

why is so fucking hard to post a comment anymore? i keep being directed to the wrong page when i hit "post."

oh well.

also, i meant to type "here's," not "his" in my previous post.

my bad!



Posted by: denise | Oct 18, 2005 7:08:39 PM

Holy shit, I almost peed my pants!


Posted by: bex | Oct 18, 2005 8:22:27 PM

Gabriel, that doesn't make one whit of sense, but I will grant you that that the average Nine Inch Nails fan has a brain the size of a hamster, as demonstrated so clearly by:

Marina, thanks for bringing the oblique hate back to WTC. We missed you people after the initial flood of Meathead's lemmings abated.

Jane & Maise
by Dierdre

you two need to fight
over a boy who really
likes girls. Please, wake up.

Ginger, you're making me puke. Do you mean to tell me that you've seen Gabriel's ass? That is fucking revolting.

Denise, you are a rockstar, and your haiku rules. I hope you will keep battling the comment window, because I love you.

Nicole, that goes for you, too.

Trent, I hope you know that Gabriel is a total drama queen, and this isn't really about you.

Finally: "frat boy on steriods"? I'm starting to think it's time I hired someone to break your kneecaps, G.

Posted by: Dierdre | Oct 18, 2005 10:28:17 PM

by maise

Oooh, check out Gabriel
Trying to dominate.
His impotence makes me hot.

Oh, and "Gingersnaps"?

Posted by: maise | Oct 18, 2005 10:44:43 PM

Oh la la. I nearly choked on my millefeuille. Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici, la? Ecoutez, salopes - your guerre des poemes, although very amusing, will not win the heart that you covet. The only way to a heart is via the stomach and via the PVC shiny pants. You will notice that nothing has been said to criticize the shiny pants. Alors, they are still worshipped by all. Et Gabriel? J'ai trouve un vol au moins de $200 CDN a Los Angeles. You must show me where the best patisseries in Southern California are located, and we will forget about all of the nonsense from les moutons de NIN.

Posted by: Mimi | Oct 19, 2005 6:54:26 AM

I guess I'm confused as to what you're all fighting over. I dont' think this Gabriel person is very nice to women or that he's a good music fan if all he does is criticize. He seems to have a big virgin whore complex and that's always bad news.... a lot of musicians have that too. You would think that sort of thing would be uncommon in rock, that everyone would be really liberal, but some musicians (not naming names) just think of themselves as god's gift. I've seen a lot of girls get treated like absolute trash after throwing themselves at these guys. I always tried to maintain my dignity, though, no matter who I was with. Remember ladies, the boys won't explode if they don't get any, so make sure they respect you!

Posted by: Been There Done That | Oct 19, 2005 6:54:34 AM

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