Normally, life is on fast forward all the fucking time and there isn't a drug in the world that can slow it the fuck down. It's go go go go go go go, and then you get sick or hit by a car, and then it's sit sit sit sit sit sit, until you feel better, and then it's back to go go go go go go go go go.

There's never been a real clear mapped out method with which to calm the tides of my life, but there always seems to be that one person that exudes the type of calm I envy. Benjamin Francis fucking Leftwich looks fucking calm as balls all the fucking time, and while I hate him for making chill look easy, I fucking appreciate the shit out of him just the same. On his latest shit, "Tilikum" (which is some sort of European equivalent of the quaalude used rectally), this dude whisper sings his way into my side face holes and slowly strokes the part of my excitement that tells me it's okay to sit and stare at the floor for a while.

Equally beautiful and relaxing, BFL is a consistent source of chill balls, as if his entire being is this sort of athletic supporter with a slot for an ice pack or some shit.

Here's to hoping his next album makes me feel like this track has made me feel all afternoon.