And now, my impression of what it’s like for every long-suffering, endlessly patient, heroically supportive but heartbreakingly insecure girlfriend to listen to every single shitty, comically amateurish attempt at songwriting from her covert narcissist boyfriend’s latest “album”, which was mixed on a ten year-old laptop whose keys are so sticky with malt liquor residue that keyboard malfunction is the only possible excuse for its utter incomprehensibility, and which she is too afraid to admit she can’t understand a single fucking word of, because to do so would send him into a Level Nine Sulk from which he will only emerge when he feels he has adequately, if passive-aggressively, punished her for “not getting it”:

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And in case you are confused because you are one such boyfriend, let me explain that since your music is produced like dogshit, no one can make out the lyrics you undoubtedly think are genius, and instead (and this is the joke part coming up) it’s the auditory equivalent of trying to read a redacted brief (that’s a law term).

Hope this helps.