Raybans and cigarettes, hightops in Africa.

"I need a hit, man. Now.’

"I’m working on it-"

"You don’t realize how- look, “Beloved Chain" was 6 months ago. You know how fast this moves. My album’s set for June and I aint got any fucking hits. Labels breathing down my neck- me and the boys was in the studio and a suit came up and grabbed me by the teeth, like thumb and finger pinching literally two or three of my fucking teeth, just looking at me with the eyes of a dead fucking obnoxious reptile. Like a lizard that goes in peoples toilet and fucks with them off of instinct to be terrible. Whole fucking genus fucking up toilets with no rational explanation. Fuck Darwin nigga they ruthless. I know you got bars but
I need something NEW. Like you know how bars are generally a rectangle? I need like, a sphere, that is also a rectangle. You giving me two dimensional octagons man. Not to mention these youngins all savagely whimsical got fucking Kierkegaard quotes in their shit- untranslated- I heard a nigga from Ohio use the word tumescent, appropriately, in a fucking ad-lib man! Young Thug only saying the first two letters in his bars and making niggas use google autocorrect, then each search result is a personalized verse based on their fucking search history and browsing habits nigga. We NEED to cement our footing before this fuckin wave destroys our even more metaphorical sand castle, because we’re not fucking cemented enough to protect it with a tarp. We’re not even sure we’re, personally, as people, safe from this wave let alone niggas having the presence of mind in crisis to find rocks big enough to hold a fucking tarp. Plus wind? C’mon man."

"You're looking at me like once you clarified I'm supposed to be writing sphere-rectangles I would have any idea what to do."

"If I knew what it fuckin' meant I wouldn’t have a fuckin ghostwriter. Look man, we’ve been together since the start. Right now all I need is a hook, a lil banger to keep me relevant til we figure this out. Leave the art for the mixtapes. I need some shit that get all the cellulite on World Star bouncing in unison. I need some shit that a mother of 6 listens to before she gets up in the morning and has to get all those kids with a shit load of age variance to school armed only with a piece of hotwheel track. Shit that make a suburban school bus light up. I need a fucking anthem."

I can’t write hits. “Beloved Chains" was an absolute fluke; I was experimenting with amphetamines and was still riding the high from writing a scathing piece on my mom’s huge asshole boyfriend. My brother laughed like hell. I’ve been to a club like twice, and while I’m definitely NOT one of those dudes that says they hate clubs, I don’t like clubs. You ever feel like a dick because you’re not a big enough dick? Then feel like a dick for judging people as dicks and then feel like a huge dick because your ridiculously over active self awareness leaves you incapable of even holding a vaguely negative view of others before you begin debating yourself on the nature - ugh.

Culture feels impossible to say, fuck self-individuation, consciousness is a defense mechanism that has been corrupted beyond repair and the human race is such a ridiculous joke that it’s actually tacky to point out, akin to someone making the grand revelation that some or a lot of the shit on T.V., is like, stupid and vapid. People should read books! Though if they ever actually read books they would realize that those, in the grand scheme of things, are yet another desperate and frankly transparent grasp towards translucent meaning, failed attempts to build level white walls around the rotting but aesthetically pleasing when the reality is this world is a chaotic mess of shit, dirt, blood, and other way gross stuff. This is art, this is how men make women think they’re roguish. Raybans and cigarettes, hightops in Africa-

I got a text.

"what the fuck is going on with your twitter man i heard silk pillow cases rubbing on silk sheets w/menstrual blood on em sound more masculine and profound the fuck you doing. i told you not to read any more fucking nietzche before you got over your dry spell man this is what happens, can't be reading fucking nietzche shit reacts with backed up semen like soda and whatever those mints are make it fizz and shit, but the fizz is you being a bitch. sphere rectangles dude stop fucking around"

Sphere rectangles it is.

Oh god I have to delete those tweets