Bumpin Britney Out the Phone
Because a post by Hogan Torah reminded me of her
I read some shit about writing being a losers game. The author questioned as to whether he should stay in pursuit of composing finely worked articles for peanuts or compiling more grievance prose on how he’s only getting peanuts. It made me think of the dopest graffiti getting buffed out. I’m talking the sickest letter pattern and color swatch you’ve ever seen pasted over with a roller moistened by solid Behr. As illegal as it may be that piece was still executed with SKILL, for FREE, at the cost of time and risk to freedom. It boils down to passion and love for your craft, which few have I feel. They are more in love with the idea of being wealthy, celebrated and awarded rather than doing something significant for it.
Somehow I lost that article. I was taken to the suggested posts when this popped up in the stream by Hogan Torah.
After reading I turned up my Spotify and chose to hear Glory, Britney Spears’ 2016 release. It’s funny because I hated on her when I was younger, but as the meme goes
We lose ourselves to find ourselves. Something that must happen even seven years or so.
I’ll be returning to Glory for a second listen. I’m absorbing Britney Jean, 2013 before showering, folding the clothes and catching the bus to the pizza joint for what, work, bitch. It’s the only way we get anything.
