Don't you hate when you're an omnitalented actor/poet/artist/rebel sex god and The Man forces you to conform to his close-minded ideals? Squares who worship the dollar as their only God have forced James Franco to shut down his Twitter account.
It seems like boobs may have sparked Franco's Twitter downfall. Thursday night, Franco tweeted a picture of himself getting rubbed up on by a bunch of naked women for a new short film by Kids writer Harmony Korine. But the next day, he told Politico that "Social media is over." Why?
"My thought was 'this is my Twitter. I can do whatever I want.' But certain companies I work with contacted me about what I was saying." Today: Franco's vanished from Twitter.
Free Franco! "Certain companies" were clearly afraid to look directly into the brilliant sun that was James Franco's Twitter account. In just a few short months, he reinvented the genre, tweeting a picture of his maybe-penis, and freaking out like a twelve-year-old at a comedian who said his Oscar performance sucked. This is like taking the pen away from Shakespeare, or the deli slicer away from the guy who invented the ham sandwich.
James Franco: angelheaded hipster burning for the ancient heavenly connection to Twitter.