“Drop the beat, Skrillex!”
But Skrillex doesn’t drop the beat. Instead, he clutches it in his hands, unable to let it go, dooming the fate of the world in his greed.
“Drop the beat, Skrillex,” repeats a desperate Samwise Gamgee, “please.”
“the beat is mine”
mannnnn I love my stay-at-home wifey days.
words stick in my brain so weirdly. I just played “benzoate” on Letterpress (WAY fun game for iPhone/iPad btw and if you play you should match with me!) without remembering what it was.
