Eh nevermind. I'm high, it's a bad idea. I'm also lazy. Also, dehydrated. Goodnight, sweet prince.

So, Michael, Slender, the other douches in my other story, they can jus' go to hell. I don't care about them. I belive them to be smelly and gay, and my interest in them has become non-existent.

My interest in writing a story has not.

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If you saw a sequel to Running From Slender, how would you react?

What if it had nothing to do with Slenderman, and was just about Michael doin' stuff in equestria? Stuff I can't talk about without spoilers?

This nigga spits a battle rap like no other. You should check out his cyphers, Boi.

My Grandma loved Johnny Cash, and I loved her. Bye Grandma.

My Grandma called from the hospital and told me she wouldn't be here tomorrow.

I remember when I was young, my dad worked a lot, and he would come home so tired he'd fall asleep until the next day. Because of this, he couldn't take care of me, so it was often left up to my grandma. She'd cook, clean, and made sure I was happy for as long as I could remember.

And I was such a little shithead to her.

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He really is 'Lil Dicky. Hard ass beat tho,

Aqualeo, go home, you're drunk.
(It starts at like 0:48, bee-tee-dubs)

Welp, another week another song, this one in dedication to the upcoming Tech N9ne concert (that i'm so fucking excited for) on May 5th.

You gotta have a particular type swag to dance on top of a dryer in PJ's and a giant hat, and look cool doin' it.

P.S This is the first of many future "songs of the week" i'll be doing. No particular genre, just whatever I like at the time.