Unerasable Ciphers
I’m starting to notice that I don’t know who the hell a lot of these people in show business are. Amy Winehouse? Hannah Montana? The last dozen or more people who have won some reality/talent show? This is an age of such artistic vapidity and turdliness that it can only be understood as a manifestation of my own personal psychosis.
Or do these things exist outside of me? Have I penetrated some existential frontier where other human beings give a monkey-flung handful of poo about Amy Winehouse and her drug abuse? When I know more about you as a fucked-up loser than as a maker of music, I’m not going to regret my indifference to either.
I’m done with hearing about shit I don’t care about in places online where I have no choice but to go. Fuck nonsense.
