Untitled makeshift to this remark of shaven head and glitter around the
dark eyes of a Corgan child.
One who has the stage of rock n'roll music or either the sound of Smashing
Pumpkins and has brought his guitar-playing along with lyrics of pain,
violence and love in nasal voice of a rock star.He has always set to
speak God in connection with his every creation;a finding for a song title
or an intuition that he has found importance in someone.However,God is
empty sometimes as he describes his thoughts over scandalous intelligence.
Over the years from a suppressed childhood,equipments of fame
are under the surreal machine,himself-gazing and leaning at the audience as
when the spotlight goes on and off & using up every bit of self-esteem,
screeching, as when it comes to him.Tedious,it seems that behaviours are
the same in all musicians but his beauty has much captivated I.The length
of a reduced stature in which his shoulders slouch,words upon words
combined by connectors to make up stories of little or big illusional
sequence.Those are roses be it,it is made of.And his literacy is him
and for altogether, translucent skin,mechanical music obsession and teeny
body in black dresses has surnamed Corgan to his name,Billy.