And I always thought Moby was Welsh. All the signs are there: descended from Wales, eats leeks. Like the astronaut on direction-warping drugs, I'm left asking where can we go from here? Nowhere. Quit while you're ahead - it worked for Chris Isaak and he had a body to go with it. That's crazy talk, said the psychiatrist to the crazy person talking to him. Be good at your job, and if you can't for reasons of lack of talent, laziness or dishonesty, blame someone else; this is the creed by which I've lived my life and although I haven't ever been Pope, I'm still young and I can set my mind to anything I choose to set my mind to. Minds eh? Minds eh? I said to mine, I said, I said "Mind where you go mind, for you have but one mind and minding where you go leaves a terrible taste in your mouth." That's a complete lie, I never said that in my life, but once I said Moby was Welsh and like a prayer, Madonna believed me.
What precludes is late 90s popular music,
not to be confused with late (any definition, but preferrably one of the word late; the dictionary - mine at least - offers quite a few definitions I'm sure, but it would mean opening the book and stopping typing and I want to pretend to be Hunter S Thomphone, at least until I the song says at least one more time) 90s pop music, which I s like late 90s popular music, not like late 90s popeular music, and evolves Moby more than Chris Isaak, much to the chagrin of many hotels, both of the blue variety, and those of other colours, pleased that someone made it out of the ghetto and might break down a few barriers to ease their path to money and sluts. Sluts eh? Sluts eh? I said to mine, I said, I said "Slut where you go slut, for you have but one slut and slutting where you go leaves a wonderful taste in your mouth, but cold sores too." That's a complete lie, I never said that in my life, and I wouldn't know a yappy little god if it came up and bit me in the area. (Or some ass tupac for the Americans).
"I bet you think you're surreal or drunk," said the man wearing his 'I'm Killing People In Funny Ways Whilst Talking To Drunk Surrealists Or Vice Versa' t-shirt talking to the drunk surrealist wearing his 'I'm A Drunk Surrealist' t-shirt, meanwhile killing people in a funny way. Back to that self-loathing and more importantly self-flatulence thing - fart for me please? Ah that's better, I feel so alive. I'm a bit like Burt Kobain in that respect, and his twin brother Andrew (don't you hate it when twins are alike?), except he's dead and spelling his name differently to hide forms from the CIA and Jesus Ramirez - three time world Jesus Ramirex champion (with no viable contenders he walks away with it, despite not ebing pervect for el jobbo). Drunk eh? Drunk? Drunk eh? Drunk? I said to mine, I david, I said "I'm not drunk, I'm tired, but I have truth and justice, and not being a stupid, selfish, immature fool hell-bent on doing exactly what I want to do and never thinking what might benefit anyone else, cos no-one else exists because of me, because I'm a pure existentialist and you're a fecking retard and you deserved to die, but didn't and now you deserve to die. Funnily. And I've got the t-shirt to prove it, I just forgot to wear it today."
Ooh stereo's nice. I bet surround sound would be nice if I had more ears. Moby has four ears and a sub-woofer. He's Welsh y'know. It's the leeks and the being descended from Wales that does it. Repetition? Repetition eh? Repetition, I said, I said, I said "Say goodnight Gracie," she said "Feck off, say it yourself you lazy fat cun: I say goodnight every fecking night and you never fucking say it, I do every single fecking thing around here, and you think you can fecking order me about just because your name isn't Gracie and mine is and it fits into the fecking catchphrase? Well feck you. I quit this shathole and all the shat that floats in it. I'm going to be a nun and there's not a damn thing you can do about it, short of making me doubt my faith. And your dead momma's dead dog's cherry."
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