"GIVING HEAD" - the Autobiography of Demented Bent Hans De Vente

When is egomaniac and "good egg" HANS DEMENTED going to write HIS autobiography?

Oh that's right, he can't spell. He has tremendous brain damage and his brain is getting more like rotten gouda every day. 

He writes crippled sentences like "talking heads are good friends of me." Here, he babble about how glad he was to get soft-headed New Age garbage from Narada anyone could find in a dollar bin. He can't tell the difference between "SENT" and "SEND." 

No Hans, you SENT files of "Earth Wind and Fire" to your very few retarded homosexual "friends" who think you're a show business legend because you keep saying you know all the stars and you have a "wall of tapes" and an autographed Talking Heads CD  (without David Byrne signing!) 

You have a SCENT, Hans. You STINK. Why not take some of the time you spend farting, and moaning about your fake tinnitus, and write up all the fantastic stories of your life in Never Never Land Nederland? 

If you think CHRIS FRANTZ has written about YOU in his book, you are WRONG. Somehow Chris hasn't said "a close friend of me is an ugly smelly fat Dutchman with a fake first name of "HANS" who is a compulsive liar and thief." 

What's Chris talked about? Oh, that he took a lot of drugs, that he contributed a few words in French on "Psycho Killer" and didn't get credit for it, and that David Byrne didn't seem to think his band was that talented or that important to stay with. 

That's a band that had maybe TWO hits, and nobody under 40 even knows what they are. 

Look at David. He dresses even nerder than Hans Demented De Vente. These are the foursome that lonely, pathetic, tinnitus-damaged Hanzie Hitler worships. 

When was the last time these fucking idiots mattered? 1991? Their last hit was nearly THIRTY fucking years ago? Hans holds the torch. Usually it's up his ass, but he'll still pull it out, light it, and stink up Zinhof's shitbox or ANOTHER BLOG with MORE about the fucking TALKING HEADS "good friends of me." 

Hans and his brain cells also officially broke up in '91. "The Internet saved my life," he declared, giving away Talking Heads albums time and time again because they already made enough money on them and HE needed attention. What a friend of them he is. 

Doing a "my way or the highway" posting of 56 Talking Heads tat (poor quality bootlegs and third-generation dupes of radio shows) only proves what a friend of them he is. "Ten days only! Then Chris Frantz and Tina will give my Wall of Tapes to the University of Columbia! I never offer again!" 

And Hans didn't think "But everyone will now share that shit all over the Net and Chris will never be able to shut it all down." And Hans didn't think, "Maybe Chris will be pissed off I lied about being close friends of he." And Hans...simply acts like a fat brainless baby, selfish and stupid and drooling and wanting everyone to care for him. 

Everyone knows he's mentally ill. NOBODY is a FRIEND of he. As long as he spends his waning days and last brain cells giving away music, Mr. Lonely will always have SOME nerdy dopey homosexual in Brazil or Croatia somewhere telling him to keep on posting. Don't stop. It's not that we LIKE you or you are WITTY or anything but a pain in the ass, but you give away music we don't have to buy! And Christ knows, what would Jesus do? We're addicted to filling our fucking external drives with music we don't need, will never get around to hearing, and which...because it comes from Hans Demented...is utter shit not worth the space it takes up.