You’re going to lose.  Even midwestern frat boys are sick of your intolerant bullshit.

“Straight Huggin’.  No tolerance for intolerance.”
The quote for our age.

It’s early, I know, but I promise you this will be in this year’s top 5:
Antony & the Johnsons - Epilepsy is Dancing - From The Crying Light

And, the bonus, a fucking stunningly beautiful, creepy, epileptic hallucination cabaret number.  With butterflies.  This kind of shit is the reason that I wake up in the morning.  Cut me in quadrants, leave me in the corner.
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I am, from time to time, struck with the fear that I will, one day soon, suddenly become blindingly irrelevant. Culturally, musically, intellectually. I see it happen to people around me all the time. Ask the average person on the street what their favorite music/book/piece of art is and, almost without fail, it will be something they listened to/read/gazed at longingly between the ages of sixteen and twenty four. And I hate that. I bordered on fucking retardation in high school and didn’t know shit about shit until I was …