Don't Look. Just Listen.

[mostlikely2]

Remember how wonderful you were in 1998, caught between this thing and that thing. Nobody was ever as ironic as you were in 1998. This is the result. I can't stop listening, it's like fucking Ginger Spice while Liz Phair smokes pot in the next room. I loved you then and I love you now. The mp3 is easy to find.

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Comments

[calamityjake]

Weird. It works pretty well, I must say.

[writingortyping]

I agree - trippy and weird and mesmerizing. Add to that the memory of Buffy's demon college roommate making her crazy with the original version, and I'm drowning in a sea of recursive references.

[cutoffhisarm]

I don't know man. There's something sacrilegious about that to me. It's like asking Thomas Kincade to finish a piece by Marcel Duchamp.