I ‘spose I’d better start thinking about compiling a group of my favorite albums of 2009. I’m not even sure I really want to though. I want to, but I don’t. Like I’ve said before: fuck RANKING music. That’s such horse-shit. Music shouldn’t be ranked like college basketball. I think perhaps I’ll just list a bunch of albums and give a very short — I’m talkin’ like 4 or five words — description of why it’s getting mentioned. I could do it with movies, books, comics, TV too.
Yeah, I’ll do that. Until the end of the year. Or until I’m dead. Which ever happens first.
(What a pathetic excuse for an entry. Post, whatever the fuck you’re calling it these days. Stop. Just STOP now. Before I tear this place down with my silver hands inch by inch by 0 by 1. I know you think you’re helping, but I despise everything you stand for. Track the rest of ‘em. Shatter the sky, rip a hole innit, climb inside)