Are you fucking joking? Is this a real question?

The talisman of N'deth, which I wrested from the evil giant Korr in a battle that spanned 101 days and nights. I also find strength in the necklace I made from his teeth.

I wrestled the Mythical Creature of Hedrenes that had terrorized the countryside and now wear his skin as a trophy. I fought Zeus hand-to-hand, ripping out his still-beating heart.  I ate it and gained all of his powers. I can see all that has been and will ever be. I have chased  Zymthian, the Eternal Darkness through 11 dimensions with my Blazing Sword of Erothermis. I hold the fates of Universes in my Hand.

Looting. I am going to steal the shit out of everything not tied down. If it's a big disaster, I'll then get in a very fast car and drive the opposite direction of the disaster.

It's a dreary fucking Monday and this poem fits the mood. The last two stanzas of the poem are what really make it for me, but I included the whole thing for continuity's sake

TV, Internet, the pursuit of unnecessary material objects and a belief in the scarcity thereof.

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Intrapersonal

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I don't get what the cartoon has to do with it though...

Eeyore cause he'd have the good weed. And wouldn't flip his shit. We'd smoke a bowl and wait for rescue. Tigger would tell me in detail about the neo-electro-prog-hop band he's starting and then eat me when the cocaine ran out. Eeyore however is an herbivore. An herbivore, get it?

"Autumnal- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain browness at the edges of the day... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it... Russets and tangerines shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umbers and parchments of baked earth- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke."

-"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard

            I think that music has splintered off into so many genres and sub-genres and our cultural attention spans have become so short that saying a modern group could have the same cultural impact or lasting fame as The Beatles is absurd.
            The Beatles were a combination of the right people, the right style, and the right time. That they were attractive enough to ignite a fire in the loins of young women across America didn't hurt either.
           Sparking-a-fire-in-the-loins is still a huge component of pop music but where The Beatles were very talented musicians and songwriters on top of that, pop groups now just have the lemme-get-you-wet thing. Some dude in Sweden writes their songs. Some guy in front of a computer tweaks their voices back on tune and adds that goddamn robotic voice effect to disguises all the vocal shortcomings and is in every goddamn piece of crap pop song that gets pumped out over the airwaves.
            I also think the definition of pop music has changed. Pop now means the most generic pre-chewed music with one hook repeating over and over and over and over ad infinitum.  It means Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, The Budussycat Dolls, Hannah Montana (which, WTF?). Oh, they sing too? Really?
           Good music has fled the pop scene. There's pop-like music in other genres but they sure as shit don't identify themselves as pure pop. They put a modifier in front, i.e. We're not that kind of pop, we're punk pop (Which still sucks but that's another rant), we're indie pop, electro pop, proto pop, alt pop, new age pop and on and on until the words begin blur and lose their meaning.

Sorry, what was the question? I got lost in my run-on sentences. In conclusion, I like commas!