Scrap yr plans and clap yr hands.
First of August, dogg dayz are upon us. I am wilted and weathered. Every day I walk home and the people of State St. wonder why that boy is so sweeeeaaaty. It's 'cause I'm HOT.
SO. HOT.
Lookit, I don't mind that much. Water is so much better now. I have elaborate plans to construct gilded altars for our fans. My brain soaks in a puddle, acting as a ramen sponge and begging for electrolytes.
The heat pushes me to the hip hop blogs and the hip hop blogs bring heat.
...and I arm myself w/ the Basement Tapes to combat cricket drone with tape hiss at night. 'S good to me.
SO. HOT.
Lookit, I don't mind that much. Water is so much better now. I have elaborate plans to construct gilded altars for our fans. My brain soaks in a puddle, acting as a ramen sponge and begging for electrolytes.
The heat pushes me to the hip hop blogs and the hip hop blogs bring heat.
...and I arm myself w/ the Basement Tapes to combat cricket drone with tape hiss at night. 'S good to me.
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