Take Heed
End of year lists are for fux. What do I care what Dusty Pitchspin’s "Best 150 Freak-folk Nuggets of 2005" were? Who says that Bloggy O’Newsday’s "Worst Disasters of 2005" is on point? Where does Y.M. FitzCosmo get off with her "05 Textile Highlights?" Today’s classics are tomorrow’s clay pigeons. Take heed dipshits. "The list" is some vh1 high fidelity hack shit 4 Real. I don’t simper and waffle over a bunch of things that might qualify as *blank*. I don’t write lists, playboy. I make singular, cold, unwavering decisions that will resound through the annals of history as FACT. Word is bond. Ergo…
Here is my thing of 2005.
Absolutely fuck everything else. Goodnight everybody.
