Having almost lost track of the difference between pleasure and pain, the niggas went crazy and voted. Pleasure is when you're white and pain is when you're black, the kids agreed unanimously. And they can flip like golden eagles on the ledge of their desire for stillness/ while in flight I crave this stillness. When all pleasure felt phony I knew I understood pleasure, I knew I was the black lust and white attitude toward it struggling to mean one another. And panic if you float in the space between. And vote for me.
