Monday, November 22, 2010

Audiophiles.

I only listen to music which has been imprinted live on the short term memories of newborn infants whose temporal lobes have then been liquefied and drained out through holes drilled in through their fontanelles - I cook the unadulterated sound experience brain jelly down in a solution of colloidal gold and monkeyfuck heroin and mainline the resulting hash using a nineteenth century veterinarians cattle doping hypodermic that my stepfather poozled from an abandoned central otago miners hut in 1982. So you and your sennheiser noise canceling headphones can go fuck yourselves.