Author: Glyph

I was already egregiously ecstatic this week because the Last three /grievechronic\ revisionist art monographs finally set themselves, body-wise. But this Album has wrought a joy nothing else on earth was gonna be able to strum. Talk about an Independence Day weekend. Sheesh. My heart is so fucking full right now.

Let this be the line. If you don’t get this stay the fuck outta my life. You have no Life Expectancy with me if you don’t get this and move accordingly. This is the sonic vetting my actual Mother has thrown down and there will be NO discussion.

The line will be held.

See how fast the fuck you comes if you come around here talking nonsense about this fn drop- I may hit you Lol in your fucking mouth! JAIL! Jail, I Say!! Omg! -This is why Lourdes was like “I wish a Mothafuckah WOULD!!” Maaan!

…& I LOVED Beyonce’s Renaissance…but she’s my gen pov to the sonic world Madonna wrought inside of all of us running ’round free due to her ass. & Bey’s younger than me. This is like… sonically perpendicular.

The Most High God calmly requests the Angel take the spirit of the zygote she ripped out of that talky Lil kiddo and pinned to the wall like Gabriel & Rafael be getting with humans, place it BACK within his shocked body...and take a breath...as Most High directs her To a play thru.

The Angel growls, then acquiesces.

Nyc boys that tasted like fruit loops and cigarettes because they were young and fn ridiculous, eating kiddie cereal 3x a day to stack for whatever dreams brought them there in the first place. Nyc fin de sicle was the BEST nyc of the 20th century, perhaps besides the 20s. I am glad I am "here" Now... because I fully lived that, then. There's nothing like being in nyc doing what you truly want, purely for your own soul in your 20s. Makes me love 50 all the more. Because that was my feral youngin' era. Lol.