!, luv michael

seriously, let's just take a moment to marvel over the sheer grandiosity/total magnificence of funeral. every song, every fucking second of the album is new and shiny and so fucking jovial that it sets my veins on fire. it sounds instantly familiar because it is the aural manifestation of that feeling in your stomach at the beginning of a great night, when there are hours laid out in front of you just waiting to be filled with whatever the fuck kinda fun you feel like. and you have no responsibilities or attachments and shit can go any which way, but not really because how it all ends up is exactly how it was gonna end up in the first place and that is so comforting that you can't stand it. and you are driving with the windows down and the air is sparking and sparkling and swirling around your head and in your lungs and you throw your arms and inhibitions out the window and your heart is pumping and you are screaming that you're alive and you're happy, you're really happy and you're really really alive!

so, great job pfork. you were right.