"Imagine operating at such a high level that what you’re doing becomes its own sort of momentum, where your talent almost operates independent of you. Imagine feeling like you’re just sort of watching yourself from the outside while something else takes over. Imagine feeling like you just can’t stop. I’ve been making my living as a writer for 13 years now, and I’ve only felt that feeling a small handful of times. It’s magical, and it’s frustrating, too, since that feeling is such a rare and elusive thing."
Oh to bask in your genius! Please tell us of the handful of times you tasted the sweet nectar of The Skies of Illimitableness. Were you sitting in a chair writing in depth about teenagers making beats on their laptops whilst high on cough syrup?
I'd like a Dipset for Christmas with ranch, salsa, bean dip, chili con queso - the works. I would also like a herem of Sauceboys to refill the dipset and to live with me in homoerotic servitude forevermore. Thanks for the article!
Listening to this reminded me to call my grandma (because she sounds like my grandma) So one good thing did come from this.. Call your grandmas everyone, Happy holidays!!!
What is up with rapper's names these days?? Vic Mensa, Travis Scott, Jesse Rutherford?!? Those are just ordinary white guy names. They're not even trying...
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