Anything in between is motherfucking hip hop. Pure downbeat is death, pure upbeat is a seizure. Rap is a heartbeat monitor on life support. While time signatures ebb and flow and flourish and swing throughout music, rap refuses to provide you a beat that heavy boots cannot be stomped to. Rap music maintains a cultish devotion to the beat. I watch Kanye speak and feel insane in his clarity. It was a parallax effect: when everything else moves at the same time it looks like the only thing moving is you, when you’re the only thing standing firm. I used to think my confidence in self was shaking but i recently realized that was the only thing that was unshaken. If I had a jewelled Margela mask I would consider wearing it. I love listening to Yeezus when life confuses me because he sounds just as confused as I am.
Sometimes I need to live vicariously through an artist. The average person will hear that question two or three thousand times in their life, and answer it truthfully maybe a dozen times. If you can truth me on that question then you are bawsed out. There isn’t a question in the world that is as casually asked yet as difficulty answered as “how do you feel?” I’ve been simultaneously beautifully ecstatically perfect and painfully perplexed and confused within hours of eachother this week. One of my best friends asked me if I was happy this week and the question sprained my brainstem. My life has been completely opposite versions of awesome lately. You feel that way? Dog, life is peculiar. I don’t even know what’s going on sometimes. Experiment: drunk on 151 mobile blogging.
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