The music of life, at times, is a raucously *** concert of ominously monotonous melodies sung sirenically by voluptuously ugly monsters.
Curvaceous enough to flaunt the fact they’re actually ****. Which makes you feel like an *** but that’s just the way it was meant to be.
Then the chorus bombs in, and the song starts to get sweeter since the tune becomes a lot like Bob’s album: Street-Legal. But as quick as you can nictitate, the ****** you anticipate
flicks away like a spark that was never gonna be lit-to-flame. And so revert the monsters, their obnoxiously off-key verse, somehow being, paradoxically, still acceptably heard.
And I almost forgot to mention how horrifyingly awkward the gawking audience dances! Watching it is honestly the most awful part of this non-senseness.