It has come to my attention, through The Universe and from my Illuminated friends, that upon entrance into The Illuminati, one can no longer casually mention my name. Now, as much as that kicks ass and explains a lot, it also puts a hindrance on the cob actions I make through (the production of) music/ (the consumption of) media. I tried to put a muzzle on that thing (all that barking over dinner), but things got worse and the ties that bind became nuses.
My latest celebrity crush is the sweetest thing #TheEvilI has ever encountered. Raven~Symone levels of cute and heartwarming (!). Needless to say, eye candy. But not a Skittle or Starburst. Nah. An acquired taste. And possessing a skill that would make the Chloe-est of Baileys eat her palm out. All I want to do is preserve her talent. Maybe even marinate it in the groove.
I just don't want to lose her to #thegame.
So she is anonymous until *I* can tangibly hold her down.
"I aint gotta doo too much..."
(#Angel, in progress)
#cHam
