So, those Insane Clown Posse guys are pretty dunderheaded, right? They're fat. Their fans rally around a collective term that has become a byword for hopeless, ugly illiterates. They make music that Fred Durst might call "lackluster". All in all they have nothing going for them.
And then this came along. No one - least of all the Posse itself - has been able to accurately describe what might be going on in Miracles. One thing's for certain, we all need to ask ourselves: "Fuckin' magnets; how do they work?"
I would honestly, honestly love to know what you made of that.
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