“the unkempt evil emanating from his proportionately gigantic skin pores”

feedback to Grooveshark, submitted by Ben

And as the great brute approached the hilltop, he looked out to see a vast valley—oh, the wildlife! oh, the stalagtites deep in the swallowing caves (he had telescopic, infrared eyes). The glorious, entropic reflection of life sent by each living thing’s heat signature stirred the aging giant’s whispering heart.

Yet as he slowly lumbered closer, he noticed the grass underneath his Crocs slowly browning, blackening, then crumbling into an ashy grey. Trees buckled under the grasp of sharp winds, tearing off limbs and turning them into brand new Avon stationery. Even as he reached down to pet a cute bunny rabbit, lightning blinked out from above, barbecuing the creature—at a truly terminal velocity.

And in that moment, the surly, sagging brute came to a single epiphany: he simply did not belong. This valley had existed harmoniously and isolated from the unkempt evil emanating from his proportionately gigantic skin pores. Each exhalation of his fatal breath reaked of whiskey and fatality. His evil cursed the valley for decades to come, and it was made solely of your site not letting me download a song when I put in my money. Great f*cking job.