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.

I’d been celibate for YEARS when I met him. God had me so trussed up I didn’t even see he was walking around as the physical manifestation of the epitome of happily guttural, ride you for fackin’days, horny, heavenly me for another like 18 months. Yeah yeah yeah, he’s a fuckin genius too. Does his own thing etcetera. Like…he fits. All that. The specs. Below. Like it makes sense.

… But this …is different.