The beautiful death of which Ye speaks of.
I already spoke you into #THQz existence ("...HERE!, with you..."). For a while. Like a while, a long while Beloved. I grew from where I was on day one, and ...guess what? I'm still there. I'm just beyond the theatrics.
You're not quite understanding me right now.
I ...I dig.
but I have your attention.
For a few seconds... let my existence rock your world.
Drake levels of Michael Jackson.
Here I am, listening to you.
In THIS form.
The form that dominates the memory of #The3FingeredMan.
The man who introduced me to #TheGazaStrip (as far as what is coveted and what is desired).
How can you strike me for trying to be the man you made me aspire to be?
I give you your impact. Like just now and in general. Like JUST just now. Like THIS is happening.
You can't just be able to wreak havoc in my life the way you do. When I try to do it to you, you always resist. In fact, yeah. I think I'm gonna fall back.
Damn.
Here you go again.
Look
I have an apartment now.
Circumstances being as they may be, we can finish this.
Unannounced.
At the click of this mouse, if I'm being (specifically) clear.
So I show diligence.
To your disgust.
And delight.
Once you see it my way.
Sonic's around here, too.
#cHamEra
