Kartel's triumph.
A jamaica devoid of humanity. devoid of god.
a freak of nature. bleached skin, tattooed eyeballs, an impish wine. a jinn.
the infantilised future.
an androgynous clone vessel of the new world order.
London. A city hurt, confused and in mourning.
It had long been a dance cultural centre, but it was no more. And it felt so alone. Until it reached its hand across the atlantic and found an ally and a friend. chicago too had an illustrious dance music history. it too, had to mourn the death of the love of its love. but together these two cities would find new loves. drill.
Luke the more i see you wanting people to engage in barty the more you sound like mid 90s Don King just after he got Tyson with all his talk of "splendiferous quantitude"
The african middle class.
Business management courses. Twitter bio's thanking christ. a framed photo of your graduation hanging on your mum's mantle piece. contempt for the white man not as agents of babylon but hedonistic savages.
but all of it a mask.
stepford wives music. hygiene music.
morally superior to drill in every way and yet so much more repulsive. alluringly so.