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2003-01-13 15:52:38 ET
(note from editor: Daniel doesn't feel very verbose at this present time; he's hungry and wants to drink a beer, but is adhering to an "only-on-weekends" drinking policy, which he finds irksome. The editor acknowledges the fact that "irksome" may not be a real word, but asks the reader to stop being so fucking literal, if, in fact, the reader recognizes that the word/term/phrase "irksome" may not exist.)
Sinthetik: Yeah, no problem. As long as your house isn't all fucking moldy and you're not a pack-rat. Well, actually, it's cool if you're a pack-rat, as long as you're cool with me throwing out everything I deem worthless. And yo, I do wish to emmulate Donna Reed, but please don't make me dress like Donna Reed (note from editor: Daniel has worn womans' panties in the past, and does find them rather uncomfortable and unsuitable to the male anatomy). Where do you live exactly? (Editor's note: Daniel is car-less)
As for music stuff, uh...it's all good. You can look at my music list and get a gist of what I'm into. It's all music. Actually, it's all noise. And once again, we find ourselves getting into the philosophy of what may be deemed Industrial, in that it recognizes that music is formulated (or seemingly formulated) noise. As John Lydon once said, "if you can make the same noise twice, that's music." I love John Lydon. I often wonder why the hell PIL went to shit. Probably Bill Laswell and his bitch-ass production. Bill Laswell is such a bitch, and he's kicked it with funky muthafuckaz, including William Burroughs and George Clinton. If you don't know who Bill Laswell is, don't bother. Just know that he's a pussy (Note from editor: Daniel is quite fond of deragatory remarks of the sexually degrading nature. He uses these remarks in the knowledge that the people he speaks them to understand that he doesn't normally mean them literally, and that they're just words that don't really fucking matter anyways).
My editor is such a mack-dad. I don't even know who the fuck hired him. Fuck, I don't even know if it's a guy or girl. Must just be my chi or some shit. |
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