You have watched me go from Cocky Top Gun to Prof. Anonymous. The Top Gun didn't let you down, but didn't have the armor necessary to survive in the game. The Professor is an acquired taste, but is WELL-prepared for the drama.
You have watched me go from an Amy Rose look-alike to a Disgruntled StarChaser, as far as who my love interest is/was. My intuition tells me that every woman I've dated is in communication with each other, dissecting me to the finest fabric of skin. Can't say I hate it.
But I never seem to make TIME for y'all... the StarChasers who stare at the nigh sky, begrudgingly looking to find vagabonds forcefully entering The Sun as it sleeps. (for the record, I am The Sun; you'll see) The StarChasers who deny (rather) undeniable records/songs from mainstream artists, to give my underdog music a chance. I thank y'all.
It doesn't start and end with Stik and Mike (StrChsrCntrl Podcast), but they DEFINITELY are bringing it to the forefront.
I'm proud of this movement. We are watching The Sky. Guarding The Air. Protecting Space. Rockin' the world. And I'm the soundtrack.
As well as the instruction manual, if you read this blog.
I just want to and wanted to acknowledge y'all. The worst of The American Nightmare (shouts to Cody, Dustin and Dusty) is over.
You may now, in the words of Lupe Fiasco, go to sleep.
Good night,
good night.