Roaden Polynice
Superstar
It was bizarre Coli crethren.
There I was, laying in my bed on my stomach, feet dangling in the air, phone cord wrapped around my finger as Frank Ocean's Endless played on a loop.
I watched with deep focus, attempting to parse what to me was incomprehensible, in a good way. Stimulating, fresh, oblique.
But as I ran it back, I realized that hadn't turned gay. Yes. I regret to inform that listening to Frank Ocean, a bisexual, did not make me lust for an engorged meatus in or around my face. Watching Frank and Frank minions build a staircase, and listening to his wails did not conjure a rippling gay man in my room, ready to take me, to sputter his seed like a hydrant.
Instead, at the end of Endless, I put down my phone, went to bed. And now I'm here, still straight, and still talking to women.
Strange days. Strange days
But that was about it. Good album.
There I was, laying in my bed on my stomach, feet dangling in the air, phone cord wrapped around my finger as Frank Ocean's Endless played on a loop.
I watched with deep focus, attempting to parse what to me was incomprehensible, in a good way. Stimulating, fresh, oblique.
But as I ran it back, I realized that hadn't turned gay. Yes. I regret to inform that listening to Frank Ocean, a bisexual, did not make me lust for an engorged meatus in or around my face. Watching Frank and Frank minions build a staircase, and listening to his wails did not conjure a rippling gay man in my room, ready to take me, to sputter his seed like a hydrant.
Instead, at the end of Endless, I put down my phone, went to bed. And now I'm here, still straight, and still talking to women.
Strange days. Strange days
But that was about it. Good album.
