We live as long as we fly
Fuck, look what I've come to - I'm picking up spilled sunflower seeds off the floor and eating them.
A total junkie. The sunflower seed kind. Starting tomorrow, I'm quitting.
I'm dying laughing right now, this is just a totally wild death
https://web.archive.org/web/20070226153959/https://www.aif.ru/online/europe/149-153/04_01
via my sister mistrale1514
I wrote some nonsense here and deleted it.
You won't see the nonsense, that's that.
But we live by the laws of postmodernism.
This post is nonsense too.
So it turns out you did see it after all.
On the other hand, the previous two lines contain some semblance of a thought, so this post is no longer quite such nonsense.
But it becomes nonsense again because of the previous line, which starts a pointless, empty discussion and reflection.
And if they had ended with the previous line, the post would not have been nonsense after all.
But they continue, so it does contain nonsense after all.
Then again, if you think about it, this whole quintessence of nonsense in the text fits the definition of a specimen of postmodern art quite well.
And as a result, the recursive nonsense, which could have continued indefinitely, comes to an end, because the thought expressed one line earlier puts an end to all this nonsense, which can quite reasonably be called nonsense, for that is undoubtedly exactly what it is.
On second thought, it's easy to put together a top 10. I could even name 20 decent records.
But it won't be a true top 10, because after a few memorable albums everything else just turns to mush. Gorokhov was right on his last show, oh, how right he was.
And Arctic Monkeys are a decent band. I don't get why people bash them.