It’s a definite masterpiece and that’s immediately question-proof.
The paucity of intergenital agreements to lubricate my conflicted, dry adult life might be ascribed to my aesthetic desire for a better pussy that eventually renders the erotic promises of any given night into one pathetic Kleenex appreciation session or two. Beggars can’t be choosers, but this poor beggar, ninety-nine out of a hundred, chooses to keep starving rather than appease his hunger with a cup noodle variety that’s almost thrown at him. Maybe he’s a dreamy romanticist; in his own ludicrous bubble, he is rich and in search of a fancy restaurant to patronize where delicious carnal dishes are served at a price his love can afford. But pop the bubble and he has never seen a better pussy, much less a perfect one, well, until today. So, guess what he wants to do now? Yeah, that was a good guess. He wants to brag about and even share his coup that is the sweaty, synesthetic pleasure he had with the perfect pussy and he just did that as shown below.
I bet 10 euro I still haven’t changed to Korean won after coming back from my recent trip to Amsterdam that Karen O will maneuver Perfect Pussy into opening for Yeah Yeah Yeahs in a few months’ time, provided that she’s still putting out feelers to discover and support outstanding new female-led rock bands. Despite the Pitchfork-compatibility in their music (I must admit I got to know this band from a Paper magazine article), I am hopeful that Perfect Pussy won’t follow the case of Be Your Own Pet the energy of whose early days was almost on a par with that of Perfect Pussy at the moment. Perfect Pussy will certainly get big (in a Fucked Up sense) sooner than later, but not in that castratingly petted way. Because they sound and look just so… innocent.
And more to your listening and viewing pleasure, I also post a scorching live video of my other favorite girl-fronted punk rock band, Crude Thought, whose singer/screamer’s cute looks only add to the piercing ferocity of their music. A matchmaker in me convinces me that Crude Thought and Perfect Pussy can be happily married on a split single or EP. Anyone? I can’t even find my match. So, that’s about it. You heard my Crude Thought on what a Perfect Pussy is…
I sleep in late
Oh what a wonder
Oh what a waste.
It’s a monday
It’s so mundane
What exciting things
Will happen today?
The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and
I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab
We should ammend that
I pull the sheets back
It’s 40 degrees
And i feel like i’m dying.
Life’s getting hard in here
So i do some gardening
Anything to take my mind away from where it’s sposed to be.
The nice lady next door talks of green beds
And all the nice things that she wants to plant in them
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps.
Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I feel pro-active
I pull out weeds
All of a sudden
I’m having trouble breathing in
My hands are shaky
My knees are weak
I can’t seem to stand
On my own two feet
I’m breathing but i’m wheezing
Feel like i’m emphysem-in’
My throat feels like a funnel
Filled with weet bix and kerosene and
Oh no, next thing i know
They call up triple o
I’d rather die than owe the hospital
Till I get old
I get adrenalin
Straight to the heart
I feel like Uma Thurman
Post-overdosing kick start
Reminds me of the time
When i was really sick and i
Had too much psuedoefedryn and i
Couldn’t sleep at night
Halfway down high street, andy looks ambivalent
He’s probably wondering what i’m doing getting in an ambulance
The paramedic thinks i’m clever cos i play guitar
I think she’s clever cos she stops people dying
Anaphylactic and super hypocondriactic
Should’ve stayed in bed today
I much prefer the mundane.
I take a hit from
An asthma puffer
I do it wrong
I was never good at smoking bongs.
I’m not that good at breathing in