Now's the time (to lose credibility?)

Here's some Feist:


Here's some Kanye:


I've been told to write a poem. I've been asked to get "my shit" "together". I've been nurtured. I've been blessed.

I've seen greatness. I've lived. I've cried with remorse. I've been ashamed.

Why all this now?

I set white flowers, burned incense, and played loud loud music. I've fallen in love with a song. I've been forgotten and replaced. I long for.

(Bitterly, goddammit) Here's some Facundo: