I can't remember a single thing he said but goddamn if he isn't visually charming.

Wouldn't that make him an ideal candidate for a drunk and makeshift festival's headliner?

THIS WEEK:
an anhedonic haze in which I watched, read, listened, and played, and ultimately none of it seemed to have mattered. Kafka on the Shore, The Familiar Vol. 3, various punk bands, various action games, it's all meaningless.

Yes, but the Secret Service stopped me. They said it made them jealous.

I'm partial to Stew Leonard's, due to its low prices, horrifying animatronics, and the odd effects it has on burgeoning sexualities!

He's the patron saint of paranoid alcoholics. Also, I thought he went nicely with the poster of Magneto.

The picture of Richard Nixon and bag of hair attached to the door of my room have now taken on disturbing new dimensions. Thanks!

I've considered acquiring that many coins to spite a particularly shitty slumlord I used to rent from.

Oh how I hope he stays off of the bawitdaballot.

Yes, but only if it's legally referred to as the Texasterisk.

I'm a computer stop all the downloading!

Border wall to keep Arkansas out, forcibly keep Austin weird by adding LSD to the water supply, and legally changing the state name to be all-caps.

Thanks!

Honestly, no, but musically it's more rewarding. Christ The Album has a disturbing radio collage running through it, Yes Sir I Will has a heavy free jazz influence (and could be fairly described as a time capsule and the band's thesis statement), and 10 Notes On A Summer's Day is so drastically different from anything…

That's just.

BURN BURN BURN TO THE BURN TO THE GROUND BUR- wait, fuck that's X7.

More bands should copy Crass - specifically, their last three albums.

Counterpoint: how many teams have a theme song by Scott Stapp?

Sure, but how many teams can say they win the World Series every time they're in the playoffs?

Harry and Dean!?