If you have fur, you need love. Snakes need something, but it ain't love. It is a thing that I don't know what it is. It's a scale thing, you wouldn't understand. I thank my god for the fact that I get to live in this rat's paradise, teeming with all the other carbon blobs in the downtown of my city, in the prettiest city in the world.
Technologies create styles.
I can tell by looking at it that Infinite Jest was written using Microsoft Word. I can tell by listening to it that Tubthumper was produced on ProTools. Look around the coffee shop and see the yuppies and the art students and the young girls and the old men all tapping their feet to the latest bitchin recycled hit. If I ain't using them, someone is using them on my behalf. I just wonder where the content and shell ends and where the heart begins, or vise versa.