Look, Reznor, you've got it all backwards (she said, savouring the mental image): I want to fuck you like an animal. That's the way it always was and always will be. That swivelling in the air you do there, and those... gloves... you wear, all strung up by the wrists and blindfolded. Ah, happy days! Apropos of being strung up by the wrists: Am I the only one who associates that directly with Thom Yorke? We do indeed suck young blood - or not so young anymore, as it happens... Reznor, you're what, now? Forty-two? No, wait - don't answer that; I don't really care. I'd still do you if you were a hundred years old. And the leather thingies in that old vid of yours remain the clothing items I would most dearly like to see on my boyfriend. Sick, you say? Who are you to talk? ;-)
That little outburst was probably only decipherable to people familiar with NIN and Radiohead. Sorry.
That little outburst was probably only decipherable to people familiar with NIN and Radiohead. Sorry.