Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Capitulation. Resignation. Masturbation.
I will capitulate. I'll bend. I'll give in and I'll be broken. It happens all the time. I mean, it happened to my right knee not a few months ago and my left knee a few before that, so why not here, now? Basically I need to do some penance for something that isn't technically, immediately my fault, but for which I am the only one to blame. And so, a winter of spoils that wipes away the frustrating communal grime of last year's colossal wave-whimper but only adds only to my personal anguish. And for that I am truly sorry. And so, and so... I give you this. It contains so many things I'd rather not look at and hear, chief among them being the California mid-nineties sounding "punk" soundtrack, the fake lighting-flare-end-burn effects and a disgusting wave bounty to which I was not party to.