Words are like a glittered young woman strutting out onto the stage as the opening bass line thumps through the club. They got a story to tell. Some are shaking what their mommas gave ‘em because they gotta pay rent, others are just there for the party, the money and the attention of a room full dress code suckers.
“I Know Stuff” words are the latter. They’re confounding, prissy. They just lay there in the conversation expecting you to do all the work. Upon hearing them, the audience doesn’t get off, they just get frustrated. Why put on that extra dab of lipstick, girl, when you know it’s just gonna come off after I slip you this [...]