The office I report to after my bad behavior is on it's way.
That's why I don't write.
It'll take you a minute to get the second sentence.
But I'm here.
Still being me.
It took me a minute to figure out what I was doing.
I was being myself.
And being a lesson through doing so.
Today I recorded with 2 StarChasers.
They're a duo called Dirty Kicks.
Great wordplay, AWESOME personality, but... they weren't comfortable.
My technique is one to grow on, I guess.
This bottle is really doing it's thing.
I promise I won't.
For now, at least.
As long as it's love, you know?
But this bottle.
With a great sense of humor?
Why couldn't Beyonce be liquor?
Then I could violate that bitch on some Slim Thug shit.
DAMN it felt good to type that.
Well, Tim Cook, I put you to the test tonight.
Tonight is an investment.
And it's almost over.
So it'll be DAYTIME before the revolution begins.
I see, says Esme.
This bottle is whispering to me.
I can hear it tell me I'm ingenuine.
Ingenuine is a real word, Google.
I love you, SEGA.
May me being myself prove that to you.
For the forever of which you reign.
~shout it out~