I dive into the future
But I’m blinded by the sun
I’m reborn in every moment
So who knows what I’ll become

Honestly, I did not expect nor mean to come on so strong, but you’re welcome. Lameness aside, I’ve been itching to write again, and ain’t no topical ointment or shot gonna cure this itch so write I shall.

This blog was always meant to be a creative outlet for me to share my music and my thoughts on my music with y’all hoes, and I find myself listening to all these fire album tracks, demos, and remixes with no one to share them with! Tragic right? It’s like almost Shakespearean, but without iambic pentameter.

I find myself listening to the title track of Selena Gomez’s most recent studio album, Revival, almost weekly. The performances I put on in my shower while listening to it are legendary. Just ask the mourning doves who watch me on the fence through my window.

This album, like all of her albums, was fire. At least from a homosexual’s perspective, which let me just say: disposable income. Smell you later bitches!