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Sarah Mchlachlan/Mclaughlin/Mchchch.. is not actually music. I've decided this. Her cd's are actually a nefarious plot, designed to lay keen minds low by triggering horrific bouts of emotion through listening. There was a lab somewhere, no doubt on a dark and stormy night, where voices were screened to see which one brought people to tears most efficiently. Neural pathways were traced, electric impulses mapped, and your mental domination concocted. You can hear the evil laugh(tm) as you imagine this, surely.
Surefire way to go insane? Have your playlist shuffle between Korn, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, and Sarah Mickeylocklans. By the end you'll have gone from righteous anger to forlorn reflection so many times that your synapses will refuse to fire. Instant insanity. Remember this if you ever need an easy out for your murder trial.
So I want to see a movie. What doesn't suck?
Surefire way to go insane? Have your playlist shuffle between Korn, Pearl Jam, Nirvana, and Sarah Mickeylocklans. By the end you'll have gone from righteous anger to forlorn reflection so many times that your synapses will refuse to fire. Instant insanity. Remember this if you ever need an easy out for your murder trial.
So I want to see a movie. What doesn't suck?