No Phoenix. No Reznor.
OK, I admit I cheated a bit in this question, so in a situation where I really had to choose one (both alive, please, I could be a pervert but necrophilia is not “my thing”) I wouldn’t choose River… and I wouldn’t choose Trent… I’d choose Robin fucking Finck.
I own this man my life. He gave me water (well, gave “us”, not just to me, but yeah… gave “me”) in the last NIN concert in Madrid. I would be dead now if he wouldn’t have done that. So when someone saves your life, you’re yours… or something like that, uh?
So dear Rio, dear Trent: I choose this man, for sex, for cooking him a dinner, for whatever he wants. I’m indebted to him xD
(besides, you two, fuckers, never went redhead, and Robin did, so shut up! xD)
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