god’s bathroom floor

Some throwback hip-hop to keep things eclectic.  Beyond the sweet little jazz beat, beyond Slug’s distinctive delivery, beyond it just being a great song, it is also one of my favorite poems:

“Well here I be, within a pool of my drool, sedated, windows dilated– Comatose, life overdose.”

or

“So call management to seek some reimbursement for the nerve endings that burnt from the first hits.”

Yeah, that.  What he said.

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