i’ve been obsessed with chris tucker’s early work recently

the lines sound so much different in the present moment than they did to me in the past

they now are more like prescient articulations of a horrifying future or a gonzo present

each message opens up its own rift in time and space

i get caught in these little eddies, the accumulation of which has become pessimist rush hour


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