Monday, February 23, 2009

Can I Borrow Your Icepick? I Need To Skewer Something

The link you are about to click will take you to a place you don't want to go. It's a bad place, a place where birds hurl themselves at the screen in order to make the pain go away. Where prisoners ask nicely to be taken back to Guantanamo, or heck, even Saudi Arabia, if only it would make the hurt stop. But you're going to click it anyway.

And once you're there, you're going to click on one or two of the sample tracks, because you have to hear the truth for yourself, even though you already know what this knowledge will do to your will to live.

You will curse my name for foisting this upon you, but you will listen. You won't be able to help yourself.

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