Rattled By The Rush

Had a burst of genius and I quickly smothered it in distortion and dissonance until I had destroyed the very notion of its short existence. Does that even make sense? Of course not. I'm mildly inhibriated and its another interesting Friday night spent playing guitar half naked. Pavement is filling my ears with stories of dental surf combat and having no soap in the john and other things that don't make sense. But then Stephen Malkmus sings:

I'm drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst
Drowning for your thirst

and it all makes slightly more sense. However, my current social condition and choice of clothes (or lack thereof) does not...