Today I had me done a magnetic resonance of my ass. I had to go to a nearby city and shit and I also had to wait for it for two months because apparently it's fucking popular or something. So I went there signed a paper where I promised three times that I don't sport a fucking cardio stimulator and went in. The machine takes up a whole fucking room and they put me in and told me not to move so I'm like ok. After five minutes of laying there they rolled me out and bitch says "ok so it seems to be bugged or something, did it make any noises at all?", I was like wtf bitch I guess not. They had to fucking reset the tunnel it said hello welcome and shit. Went in again. Twenty minutes of weird noises, some were pretty rhythmic like guitarless Havohej but some where grindy and messy like Merzbow, I could almost see a japanese vegan turning knobs, but at first I wasn't very impressed. After that they rolled me out again and said they needed to inject me a contrast liquid but this guy and his two blonde girls with dumb faces were all equally unable to tap my vein. I have bruises and a bulge on my right hand like a heroin addict reusing a syringe from a homeless corpse. Then I went back again and the second session of noises felt better. It's like relistening to an album and finding something pretty in the Merzbow-Havohej mess. Basically I would say the machine has a musical talent, especially considering it only has strong electromagnetic pulses to play with. Well anyway, then I went home and listened to fucking Goatlord on my way home. CHI CHI CHI CHI CHIKAN DAHHNCE.
Whore cunt fuck shit.
Oh and then I went to the pub to have some food and listened to some old guys talking about new movies. They talked about Klint Estwood and Morgan Freemon [sic].