eLLe beLLe

Three thoughts:

1. People who type liKE thIS are fucking aSShOleS. (EDIT: WHY AM I SAYING THIS? Because Elle Belle, before we published this, had his named spelled like eLLe beLLe and I wanted to fucking stab him for being l33t AND for not considering his environment when printing this document, but then this adorable chiseled calved asshole gets all studious and changes it to a much more respectable Elle Belle. See internet? That's how you change the world. Put your genitals on the internet and all of a sudden you've got pull in the music industry.)

2. This is Arcade Fire-y but with snapping fingers and being played at the end of The Breakfast Club, as opposed to being played unironically inside a cafe in Brooklyn. 

3. I love it but hate it more than I love it but then why am I still listening to it? Democrats are ruining this country huh?

Whoever the fuck eLLe beLLe is, I hate capital letters too, we should totes snapchat each other sometime after finals is over. SNAPPING OF THE FINGERS. TIGHT ROLLING OF THE JEANS. SLAP BRACELETING OF THE WRISTS. Oh eLLe beLLes bruh!

ANOTHER EDIT: Before Elle Belle was Elle Belle, I mean, back when he was eLLe beLLe, I had it in for him while simultaneously appreciating his choice in fownky jams. But now that Elle Belle is Elle Belle and NOT eLLe beLLe, I respect his musicality so much that I've decided to adopt him. He can be my fourth but oldest child, and we will store him in the closet and feed him table scraps like the Panamanian gentlemen that followed me home from happy hour back before it was made illegal in the state of Illinois (which was just made legal again in May of 2015 thanks to an excellent house of representatives that STILL HAVEN'T PASSED A FUCKING STATE BUDGET!).

I'm rambling, because I'm drunk.