Jesus fucking christ, the absolute villainy of these trumpoon gestapo shits!

Wishing I knew what happened is increasingly, and distressingly often, my default state.

Not to mention, grooviest tambourinist since The Monkees Davy Jones!

Oh, I am too! Crank that shiz up loud!
But, really...

And the world
And the world turns around
The world, and the world, yeah
The world drags me down

Well the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads that turn
Make my back, make my back burn, yeah

This one's been marinating in the back for a week and I think I finally have a good example.

Basically anything by The Cult.

Makes your neckbones go all rubbery and slaps a stankface on ya but no deep storytelling here. The words are just mouth noises.

Oh wow! I remember reading this absolute ages ago, around the time I was reading Joan D Vinge and Neal Stephenson. Had a different cover, though. Having a best friend that owns a used bookshoppe was great! Rest ye in peace, JP. And Happy Birthday Ms. Cadigan.

I WANT TO BE A FERAL HOG!!!

Everything has to be as stupid as possible to appeal to the drooling lowest common denominators of humanity; their fanbase/cult-drones.

Is it the same guy that would chase folx from room to room at parties? Like, everyone would be hanging in the kitchen, then he'd show up and they would all trickle off into the living room, then he'd come in there and pretty soon everyone was in the back yard. And this would go on all night.

Oh, no.