If I wanted to listen to heavy metal I would listen to heavy metal. So much of what they call heavy metal sounds like tin foil to me. The hair bands. What’s the point? It was the past and now it isn’t. Now it’s what we, till recently, called the future. Plays on words. Tense about tense. Emotional yo-yos befitting a dick joke. Up, down, in, out. Insert masturbation metaphor here. Did I write that out loud? No, I keyed it gently in. Liquid crystals dancing into words. So fleeting. Like a proctologist’s nurse. Why do I write these things?