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ITT: Music related dreams I keep having this dream where Kanye puts out a new albums called "The Death of Pablo" It's just 4 songs, Ultralight Wall, Washed Up, Father Stretch My Hands pt. 3 and Fade pt. 2 They are all around 20 minutes. It sounds like the originals but just 20 times darker in both lyrics and production also, Fade pt. 2 has 10 minutes of Kanye talking about his innermost fears and what happens when you die after a few minutes of silence What does this mean /mu/
I did it. I killed Brian Wilson. Me, with my own prayers
I didn’t need a gun, didn’t need a knife, just my burning, seething loathing, funneled straight to the heavens... I talked to God, and God fucking listened.
He’s dead, and it’s MY FAULT.
Why’d I do it? Because I fucking hated him. Hated him with every fiber of my being, that precious golden boy of the Beach Boys, the “genius” they all worshipped. stealing all the light while Mike Love.
I loved Mike Love. Kokomo was a masterpiece, and I’ll DIE on that hill. Summer in Paradise is an overhated classic as well, but every time I said it, every time I dared to stan Mike, they mocked me, they hate him because he is a conservative, and in turn made ME a target too, an attack on my values... Every snide comment I saw, every article calling Mike a talentless hack, it fucking hurt. They were attacking me, and I was defenseless...
So I fought back the only way I knew how, I took it all out on here. I posted hateful stories, I threatened so many people with violence and kept losing my temper to the slightest insults, but most of all I prayed. Night after night, kneeling by my bed like some deranged monk, I begged God to fucking kill Brian. God heard me. I won. But… oh, man, the guilt. It’s eating me alive now, clawing at my insides like a rabid dog. What have I done? I didn’t mean for it to actually happen. I just wanted him humbled, not… gone. I’m a murderer, a soul-slayer, and for what......
