I’m not telling you a damn thing about this video other than it’s branded its nightmarish imagery of melted-faced hell spawn deep in my brain, and I’m not about to suffer this one alone:
I don’t know what this video is for, but I can definitely tell you I don’t want it, and I will do absolutely everything in my power to make sure I don’t get it. Music lessons? Whoops, I just cut off all my fingers! Funk bands? I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the scalding pokers in my ears! World Peace? It’s like Miranda July said:
You heard me, latex-faced tranny Mother Teresa: FUCK PEACE!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to wash out my eyes with bleach.