1. Baby Got Back
Whaaa? I like big buts . . . Get it?
But . . . How did the magic bullet get ricocheted from the high rise to the grassy knoll, through the driver then the head and then Jackie stayed in sticky, bloody cloths all day? Have you ever tried that, even for like, half a day?
But . . . How did their passports just appear on the pavement of serious destruction, like serious fire and brimstone shyte, while the rest of the rubble was being shipped to China?
But . . . What’s up with building 7?
But . . . Who is John Galt?
I LIKE big BUTs, yo! You, no?!
2. You need us, Gilligan’s Island
So obvious already, right? If I need you and you need me and we need us and all this fuss, well, clearly we are a happy needy collective stuck together on a tiny island singing crappy songs that were shoved down our throats since childhood.
3. B-52s, everything they ever did. Own private Idaho, is your mind, what, I’m not your little girl? Limburger? WTF is she screaming that we called music and lyrics? That played in our malls and on our radios and now reinstalls itself in triplicate on my current rainbow filters, you assclowns! Induce psychosis, call this alternative music.
4. Back in Black Aka, Nihilism 3.0. Take the black pill, everything old is new again, we can dissect JFK until the cows come home in 2525. If man is still alive.
Nothing new under the sun, son.
Rock the crowhouse, casbah.
I met a girl, of about 7
Her grandfather loved to sit on her, and laugh
Her uncle loved to throw seaweed on her head, and laugh
She was such a funny odd girl, they all said.
Why not throw seaweed on her head?
How she screams and gets so cross!
Can’t she see it is but moss?
Little fool, join the games.
Your kin delight in your chagrin
you see the lies we buy
but you don’t understand
how we love them.