Preface: Music to watch girls to“Music saved my life!” “…Music is everything.” I say: “Hey, Music helps me murder.” We all need music. It’s a necessity. I just happen to use my beats a tinge different. You see–Murder playlist is the first icon on my home screen. This could further incriminate me, but I’m just that bold. That dedicated. Go on, have a listen. Cheat on your Top 40 and kick around in my head. I may be a monster, but I have supreme taste in music— it’s our last form of magic. Make it cute. Make it a unique reading experience–That’s what the song titles at the top of the page are for. Listen to these tunes and we’ll sonically share this experience. The lyrics will put you in my pursuit. The beat will be in sync with this quickened pace I use. Because, we all hear voices: Son of Sam had that ol’ phantom canine barking commands requesting the death of canoodling couples in parked vehicles. The voice of God implored Herbert Mullen to snuff out numerous victims to delay an impending earthquake. Charles Manson had The Beatles and “Helter Skelter.” I have Shirley Manson of the alt 90’s rock band: Garbage. From 2016 to 2018, New Orleans to Las Vegas–it was beat-fucking poetry. From Aphex Twin to Lana Del Rey, it was me and the music. Any ringing was quelled, a void inside fed. All up till that girl in 2B.