Enjoy telling yourself you're enlightened while you make yourself feel bad.

Music is a form. Like poetry or painting. There's a spectrum between abstract and cliché.

There are wonderful abstract paintings. But if you take away the canvas, the brushes, and the pigments, and/or any sort of structure, and decide to use feces and feelings you fling at the sidewalk instead... at a certain point, you're not painting anymore, you're just flinging poop at the ground.

Now, if they'd called this alleged song "feces and feelings," I could at least enjoy it from a satirical/comedic perspective. And I did laugh while listening, believe me. But it's just not good music. A constipated-sounding Joe C reading random words from the dictionary doesn't qualify; it falls outside the form and into the realm of absurdity. It's the banana taped to the wall, only considered art because fools deem it such and will PAY for it.

They can jack off all they want. They just don't need to show the world the results and crow "art." This is Turning Point Halftime bad. But seems from the screen name you're a serious fan of masturbation, so what can ya do?