Of Like Mind (and Fury)

Sometimes flowers grow from sh*t.

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Sometimes when I listen to a song, I don’t care what the creator’s intent was. I let the music wash over me and write a story. Sometimes that story doesn’t have anything to do with the actual lyrical content of the music. This was the case when I heard Jail by Kanye West. It felt like a protest anthem to me. It felt like jubilation and defiance balled up into a ball of sonic fire. It…