Lucky you, fuck you toobut then then the song was not there. It was just Lil Wayne and Eminems
No loveringing in my ears. I had been listening to it all day.
The beat plays ad nauseum in my head, an endless loop that seeks to drag me into an abyss of hate and desperation.
While the rest of the world wailed his passive face jested at me, it jested at my dad when he came to see his son, the product if his work. It jested at everyone. But in this jest I saw something beyond him, I saw the `not him` that was so him. I saw the halo roll by with time.