it's safe to concur that every eminem album is not for the fainthearted nor the prudish, timid souls who cringed when i was talking about photographs and nudity at the work table a while ago. confessing his flaws and frailties through tunes and word play for all the world to hear evokes copious amounts of bravery and resilience, provoking his hyper critics on a rampage. i'm still processing all the tracks at this juncture, absorbing a few last song syndromes.i'm alternating relapse with vivaldi and mozart, just trying to balance all genres.
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