while the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car

i love it when i rediscover music that i had and then forgot about. like yesterday, after rent, i came home and rediscovered NIN. [i know, i know. how do i go from rent to NIN? if you can figure it out, by all means, let me know].

when my parents were splitting up, my brother kevin would listen to pretty hate machine in the attic. it used to float down the stairs to my room. after a few weeks, it started floating up the stairs to my room while my mom blasted it from downstairs.

i'd like to go on the record and say that trent reznor is my demiurgic new orleans lover.