♫IndieRabbitHole♫: May 2012

As my epic comeback nears its zenith, I can’t help but look back at the low times when there was no hope or light. There’s an old expression that has guided me through the dark valleys and hazy cul de sacs of life. Nut up or sac up.

It means when life gets you all swirly and thought-ridden, shut it out. Let the two spherical sperm factories underneath your d*ck take over.

They don’t think. They don’t get confused. They churn, and attack.

And in moments of doubt, my default setting is always to attack. Whether it be a hitter, or an ump, or a loved one who has stepped out of line.

Not everyone can achieve their dreams in this world. Thats because most people have things like feelings and sentimental attachments, nagging sh*t that keeps them from making the tough decisions that are necessary to get to the ultimate top.

Unfortunately the rocket ship of fame, there’s only room for one. Any added baggage will just weigh you down, hold you back from shootin’ for the f*ckin’ stars.

Blast off, bitch.-kenny fuckin powers.