Sunday, February 28, 2010

After listening to a moron talk about ipods.

I am all.
I hate being one with sound. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate this psychic network of pure thought. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these light transmissions from The Hub. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these mental implants. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these ipods. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these cd's. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these tapes. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these eight tracks. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these records. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these wax cylinders. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these concerts. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate these instruments. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate listening to Jerry hum. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate singing by fire over food corpse. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
I hate birds. This is no way to listen to music, it's so unnatural.
Thud thud thud thud. Whistle thud.
Gurgle.

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