when janelle monae finished telling me about how everything is sex except sex (which is power) and hit me with that “now ask yourself who’s screwing you” for the first time, i ascended far beyond this plane and met with the deity that rules this universe before coming back into my body a fully enlightened being
michel foucault was bald because janelle monae spoke these lyrics to him through a rift in spacetime and immolated his wig