Glossolalia from a trip to the Grammy Awards, channeled from the back deck of a Silver Lake AirBnB early in the morning, and triggered by a psychic break in LIL INTERNET’s mind when confronted with recording a New Models podcast while immersed in the pop music world of his past life. Sun in his eyes, weed in the air, the haze of sordid dreams mistaken for smog in the Los Angeles sky. No gym, strange house, rented Buick convertible, sushi with Skrillex, confusion, sadness, Swimp Bod.
LIL INTERNET: Boss. Wink Gorp Link Boss.
Daniel Keller: Okay yeah, it's coming through loud and clear.
LI: Flippin’ beans. Flippin’ beans. Flippin’ beans for the wink man. Flippin’ beans.
Carly Busta: Damn, take Julian to LA and this is what you end up with.
LI: Goofin’ a chump. Twofin’ a chunk for the wink man. Coffee gimp. Coffee gimp.
DK: Are you reading any of these words?
CB: No, he loves corp, damp, dimp. These are his favorite words.
LI: Coffee coffe, gimp weasels.
DK: It sounds sort of like if you were having to give your voice fingerprint for some sort of security system.
LI: Swimp bod. Just checking out my swimp bod.
DK: So where are you Julian?
LI: Rink, rink. Rinky Rinkin’ dinkin’ straight to the hawk side.
CB: I think we've lost Julian to Los Angeles
LI: Wait, are you recording?
CB: Yes.
LI: Everything's working?
CB: Yes.
LI: Oh, good. This is the first time leaving the children home alone with their pod... with their podcast.
