crazy crazy techno cats, long haired acoustic undesirables, anti rat
racers in familiar spaces, unconfident faces, passionate dirge, uninformed
verse, tasteless taste, anti populist popularity contest, new york/
new mexico and everyone in between love me with two clicks, dead kids
talking, ironic grime heads, middle class ghettoists, epileptic flash
action showing nothing but eyeball and fringe distracting from the puppy
fat,, charmless wonders, harmless thunder, a world of watery piss poor
princesses of caricature electro, banksy induced comas of graphic design
slag heaps. Braaat Braaat! got any pills mate? End a sentence in a higher
pitch than the rest of the sentence. I was the first to like them. in
fact fuck it i don't like it anymore i like Jimmy and the jam rags now.
Neon waif goons of the finish line of philosophy, the pinnacle of lazy
hedonism, stupidty for the moment and unmemorable waves of plankton
like psychological development. Statements minus the statement, idealism
without ideals and most importantly of all art without the question.