Honk if you hate Christmas. Happy Hanukkah.
Process. Process. Money. Money. Justice. Justice. Prophet. Prophet. Yo yo my bro bros Son Lux & Busdriver re-mix + rap da shizz out of my ring-a-ding-a-ling. Peace y’all from tumblr ghetto. Love, S
CHRISTMAS IS YOUR BAG. DUE TO BUDGET CUTS AND GLOBAL WARMING, THE “ON-ICE” PORTION OF THE TOUR HAS BEEN CUT. Official Name: “The Sirfjam Stephanapolous Christmas Sing-A-Long Seasonal Affective Disorder Spectacular Music Pageant Variety Show Disaster.” Did someone say FREE ZIMA? XXOO from Tumblr Ghetto, S
Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size, our dimples, our knuckles too big, our eating habits, our disposition. We have disclosed these things in secret, likes and dislikes, behind doors with locks, our lonely rooms, our messy desks, our empty hearts, our sudden bursts of energy, our sudden bouts of depression. Don’t worry. Put away your mirrors and your beauty magazines and your books on tape. There is someone right here who knows you more than you do, who is making room on the couch, who is fixing a meal, who is putting on your favorite record, who is listening intently to what you have to say, who is standing there with you, face to face, hand to hand, eye to eye, mouth to mouth. There is no space left uncovered. This is where you belong.
I guess a book needs the time it needs. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s that. You have to wait for the fruit to fall from the tree.