They say genius is the ability to hold two contradictory thoughts in your mind at the same time. What do you call a man who holds two contradictory personalities?
Know what's the work of The Devil? That show getting canceled.
"Do you have a point or just more whining?"
What about two contradictory emotions? A pseudo-schizophrenic? One who suffers extreme insomnia? Kids, never fall asleep -- TO THE
EXTREME XTREME! Is Xtreme behavior still a hit with today's youth or are they cultivating more of a detached, jaded retina? Screw your contact lenses, there's nothing wrong with spectacles, or better yet, monocles, as you can use them to fool people into thinking you're smart and smart is way sexier long-term than hunkability, which inevitable fades into couch potatoing so why not get started bright and early, right ladies? I suppose I'm happy to see you, but that's only the remote. Anyway, I find that the following keeper elicits hyena-esque guffaws amidst the bloody chunks.
I just hope the fatal confrontation was poorly dubbed.
Speaking of sleeping, dreamland, darkness, all that good n' cliché stuff us depressed writerly hacks swear by, Sweden's finest, Katatonia -- them or Opeth, flip a bloody coin, just no death matching, I'd hate for these gents to be out of commission thus putting the kibosh on a fucking US tour you lazy socialized health care bums -- will be kindly gracing us with another disc of unfettered melancholy come apropos cold and grim November. I'm so excited, I nearly smiled. In the meantime --
"Gee, didn't see this coming."
It's been seven days, listen to the unwashed masses clamoring for riffs.
"You don't consider yourself part of the unwashed masses?"
I took a shower this morning. In the meantime, I find this moody keeper from an album near and dear to my circulatory system to be beautiful sadness.