Pure genius? or complete shit?
>>66162093
I dont know if the album is pure genious or shit but i sure as fuck know that this album is quite fast and bulbous
>>66162093
both
>>66162141
This
Though I wouldn't really act like I comprehend it almost at all and most anon shouldn't either
It's complete shit
But also a 10/10......
>>66162093
It's shit, but it's the type of shit I'd like to suck out of a hot girl's asshole
Neither. It's a good album
It's okay.
The Finnegan's wake of music
>>66162133
I would agree with this assessment with the addendum that it is also tapered
>>66162093
it's a sham. a spook. a rothko, if you will.
>>66162093
I was young, far too young. He was wintering in Kent, whoever 'he' was. I may have convinced myself that it was all a dream. I first saw him when he held the door for me at the local railway museum, and our paths crossed again in the library; we both reached for the same copy of Nabokov's Pale Fire as he hummed the vocal melody of Van Morrison’s Cyprus Avenue. Our hands brushed, and we looked to each other – I with a nervous smile, he with a grin that has now come to haunt my mind's eye whenever I allow my thoughts to wander as I am taken in by the motorik rhythms of certain popular German progressive rock bands. "Take it," he said. "I much prefer his earlier work." I thanked him and turned to leave, but as I did so he grabbed my dress and tugged me back, forcefully wrapping his arm about my waist and pushing my bottom against the rock of his crotch. I respected the policies of the library too much to scream. He pressed his nose to my scalp – "You're a soft little machine, aren't you? Mhm... seven out of ten." For reasons I still do not entirely comprehend, his judgement relaxed me. I told him my train was not leaving for another hour and he led me back to his cottage. Foreplay consisted of him slapping me about the face and asking "What does my baby say?" until I tearfully replied with "W-we can live in the empty spaces of this life." I do not wish to recall the rest of the afternoon in any more detail, but it was, as you would expect, slow, deep, and hard. Part of my therapy has involved revisiting the library, wherein I overheard a man at the desk enquiring as to where he could find a book on the Beatles. The look that crept upon the librarian’s face is one with which I am all too familiar. My smile is stuck, I cannot go back to your frownland…
>>66164963
pure sophistry
>>66165078
LAUGHED
>>66162093
its okay
Like on here you either think its 0/10 or 10/10
I think its meh pretty boring
If you think it's shit, you haven't heard it enough times.
