“Distance Equals Rate Times Time”
The Pixies
Trompe Le Monde - 1991
Sick him on me. Sick him on me. Sick him on me. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh. Not like that, but like that. Give me your television. I want to bow to you, you made me. I want to be a Luddite. I'm not what I want to be. I'm everywhere. Call me Jewish. Call me Zimmy. I can't stop stealing other people's other words. Why not? Hey all! Where didn't we go? Black Francis told me to come this way, but he cannot be trusted. I've fallen asleep behind the school bus in Nightmare on Elm St. Four. That's so ridiculous. Freed up because inanity made me so. Creation doesn't exist, only it's cousin, violence. Nature made who? Mythology creates nothing except itself. This is not creation, but masturbation.
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