Know what’s going on inside the dilla cave.
note to self: pop screens are like mirrors for your breath.
You’re on the road…
Haven’t slept in 3 days, you’re in Wilmington, Delaware, lying on a couch, in a patio, just as it starts to rain at 7am when the words come flying out of your mouth,when asked to describe the situation…,”Subtelectual pressure.”
It’s the second day of our east coast romp’n'stomp, we’ve driven across two states and haven’t had a bite in quite a while. Oh, did I mention we haven’t been to sleep yet…
Amongst the bouts of silliness from the delirium a new phase is coined,”Cumber-bun Reality.” Yes, the moment when space and time don’t matter anymore. You are strictly dealing with the universe now. All that really matters is that you’re in a tiny diner with a plate of steamy fried chicken with a side of map colors and construction paper. Thanks Philadelphia!
p.s. you misspelled Cumber-bun.