[ WP ] This morning , as you vacantly stirred your coffee , you unwittingly hypnotised yourself . The song playing on the radio trickled into your mind and took control of you .

Being jobless and down on my luck lately, I was n't in any rush to start my day. It was almost noon when I finally got out of bed and brewed a pot of black coffee. Kvelertak's self-titled album was playing over my speakers. They were one of my new-ish favorite bands. Most of my favorite bands were either dead or broken. I could n't understand any of of the words, of course, but it never mattered. Good music is good music. 
 
 I stirred my coffee absent mindedly, now to the sound of Kvelertak's Fossegrim. I did n't need to stir it, I drank black coffee no sugar no nothing, just the sins of capitalism. The song made me happy. As I stirred, I felt like the music swirled into my coffee, round and round it went inside the eddy. I closed my eyes and sipped. 
 
 The drums became synced with my heart beat, energizing me. I took a deep breath and the guitar strumming became entwined with my veins, enriching my blood with purpose. The masterful voice of Erlend Hjelvik commanded me to get a grip on my sorry ass and stop wallowing in self pity. So I grab my favorite knife and cut the sides of my mouth. 
 
 I am now ready to face the world, with a smile on my face no less. Hypnotized.
