Dear Reader,

Excuse my French but fuck writing on a sheet. Today I just wanna take a shit. Besides, all my writings have been mid so today and only today, I choose mead. I choose fermented honey & water over disappointment, alcohol over slang and being drunk over being a social media adjective. I want that buzz that mead gives, a buzz so mind-altering that to bee or not to be becomes the question.

The answer is a buzz. A buzz from the mead, a buzz from a bee, it's a progression. From being drunk to being high, today is the day I will become high, so high that even a blunt won’t be enough to get me there. An L wont be enough but an Earl?

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Sweatshirt will do and so that’s what I’ll do. Listen to Sweatshirt for he is quality. He is dark. He is a shrinking violet. His albums at least. Each is shorter than the previous but more dense, more complex. Less is more. More power to every reader,

Writer.