Modern music must feel original to be interesting yet the variations are finite and by now have been mostly exhausted.

I happen to like cartoons.

My eyes are crossed and my teats are dotted.

Where the fuck is Sean Connery?

Must. Punch. That. Fuck. In. The. Picture.

Seriously? That's so easy! How easy?

Where you were drugged in drag?

And just so you know, the rapture already happened a few years back and no one at all misses the dozen or so assholes who thankfully disappeared.

Tomorrow is your future yesterday. And I am Enzio on occasion.

Had a huge rant ready to post about the complete lack of reunited Soul/R&B/Funk acts on this list (other than token EMPD) but, ah, what-fucking-ever.

I can smell your cybernet cyst from here.

Another step taken on the infernal path of a free radical with busted immunity.

I've never twatted either. Wait, what…?

Tonight I plan on reducing the amount of oxygen to a pizza just before I eat it.

How, annoying?

I feel three feet thick.

Full,
Grim,
Gabriel,
Winner.

Venus needs…

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