“Me and Your Mama” Childish Gambino
“I’m in love when we are smokin’ that la la la la-laaa. I’m in love when we are smokin’ that….Oh my God, I—Let me into your heart.”
some of you have never been chased by a merciless farm animal as a child and it shows :/
hugging people while you’re high is the best feeling in the world
I’m just out here fumbling around the world like a newly-born deer
“Consider: the Gods of Being oversee all of reality. They watch their big screens as all of humanity creates and destroys itself. Every day, a life ends: and everyday, new life is born. Everything happens in a balanced scale: decimation and rebirth, betrayal and compassion, passion and indifference. The Earth continues to turn as long as there is no remainder of leftover negative energy—she can’t be held back by an uneven division. So her Gods need to get rid of this excess now: to keep the Earth in rotation they need to erase the remainder from existence. They try a lot of things, and their mother’s rotation slows. They hurl it over to the next universe and it boomerangs back. They set it on fire, they drown it; they break its heart, they adore it; they empathize with it, they ignore it: nothing truly gets rid of it. Until one day, they discover that they can disseminate with it by smoking it. they gather up the excess (usually of negative) energy, and they each take hits of it. It clouds inside their lungs and enters into their brains like lemonade into a glass on a hot summer day in Virginia, and it fills them with such a sense of dread that it becomes a sense of resigned calm. Every day, they smoke it until it is all gone, and they do the same thing the next day, and for all the days after that. It starts to infect them, all this negativity they’ve been digesting. They become out of balance. But they continue to unbalance themselves to save their mother. They begin buying excess positive energy from the Gods of Being of other universes, and smoke that to even it out. This works great, but some of them get too happy on the stuff, and that can be a problem, but it’s a way smaller problem than the one they originally had.
Alright kids—remember this for finals!—that’s how the interdemensional drug trade got started.”
a trilogy
hugging people while you’re high is the best feeling in the world
I’m just out here fumbling around the world like a newly-born deer
“Consider: the Gods of Being oversee all of reality. They watch their big screens as all of humanity creates and destroys itself. Every day, a life ends: and everyday, new life is born. Everything happens in a balanced scale: decimation and rebirth, betrayal and compassion, passion and indifference. The Earth continues to turn as long as there is no remainder of leftover negative energy—she can’t be held back by an uneven division. So her Gods need to get rid of this excess now: to keep the Earth in rotation they need to erase the remainder from existence. They try a lot of things, and their mother’s rotation slows. They hurl it over to the next universe and it boomerangs back. They set it on fire, they drown it; they break its heart, they adore it; they empathize with it, they ignore it: nothing truly gets rid of it. Until one day, they discover that they can disseminate with it by smoking it. they gather up the excess (usually of negative) energy, and they each take hits of it. It clouds inside their lungs and enters into their brains like lemonade into a glass on a hot summer day in Virginia, and it fills them with such a sense of dread that it becomes a sense of resigned calm. Every day, they smoke it until it is all gone, and they do the same thing the next day, and for all the days after that. It starts to infect them, all this negativity they’ve been digesting. They become out of balance. But they continue to unbalance themselves to save their mother. They begin buying excess positive energy from the Gods of Being of other universes, and smoke that to even it out. This works great, but some of them get too happy on the stuff, and that can be a problem, but it’s a way smaller problem than the one they originally had.
Alright kids—remember this for finals!—that’s how the interdemensional drug trade got started.”
hugging people while you’re high is the best feeling in the world
I’m just out here fumbling around the world like a newly-born deer
“Consider: the Gods of Being oversee all of reality. They watch their big screens as all of humanity creates and destroys itself. Every day, a life ends: and everyday, new life is born. Everything happens in a balanced scale: decimation and rebirth, betrayal and compassion, passion and indifference. The Earth continues to turn as long as there is no remainder of leftover negative energy—she can’t be held back by an uneven division. So her Gods need to get rid of this excess now: to keep the Earth in rotation they need to erase the remainder from existence. They try a lot of things, and their mother’s rotation slows. They hurl it over to the next universe and it boomerangs back. They set it on fire, they drown it; they break its heart, they adore it; they empathize with it, they ignore it: nothing truly gets rid of it. Until one day, they discover that they can disseminate with it by smoking it. they gather up the excess (usually of negative) energy, and they each take hits of it. It clouds inside their lungs and enters into their brains like lemonade into a glass on a hot summer day in Virginia, and it fills them with such a sense of dread that it becomes a sense of resigned calm. Every day, they smoke it until it is all gone, and they do the same thing the next day, and for all the days after that. It starts to infect them, all this negativity they’ve been digesting. They become out of balance. But they continue to unbalance themselves to save their mother. They begin buying excess positive energy from the Gods of Being of other universes, and smoke that to even it out. This works great, but some of them get too happy on the stuff, and that can be a problem, but it’s a way smaller problem than the one they originally had.
Alright kids—remember this for finals!—that’s how the interdemensional drug trade got started.”
I’m just out here fumbling around the world like a newly-born deer
hugging people while you’re high is the best feeling in the world
I found an old notebook of songs and poems I wrote in middle school. Obviously my writing has improved a lot since then, but I love re-reading the stuff I wrote so long ago. It feels like talking to an old friend. I remember how scared I was back then, and I can really see that in what I wrote. I wish I could go back in time and tell myself that it’ll all be ok—that it has to get worse before it gets better, but that life goes on, even when things get hard.