You want to talk to people? To get on their level?
Yeah, she said.
Make them music. Make them music that makes their souls jump. Make them deep derogatory beats and uplifting chords and solemn sounds, sounds good enough to come out of their laptop speakers.
Make them want to dance. Make them sing along with you in the shower, make them hum you on their way down to the subway in the morning, make them vibrate to your radio pulsations.
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