It's ironic; my last post, while outwardly having absolutely nothing to do with Kid Cudi - somehow - ended up having something to do with Kid Cudi. Forget the sophomore slump, it's a mind game. There's something oddly intriguing about his rhyme scheme. Man On The Moon (OG) had a HUGE impact on my post-graduate-yet-still-very-much-adolescent psyche. And trust me, I'm Totes McGotes ready for another trip.
In my previous lifetime (i.e. years 12-16 of my existence) I had not 1 but 2 DMX posters thumbtacked to my bedroom wall. When my AIM screen name was first registered (and still remains to this day) as "Dmx467." Back when I once spent 5 1/2 hours on a Saturday at Barnes & Noble reading E.A.R.L.: The Autobiography of DMX cover to cover, because I didn't have the 15 dollars to spend on actually purchasing 300+ pages worth of Darkman's insight and cynicism.
Yes, it's true: this man is bat shit crazy. Crazy - but he's got moxxy.
"Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends."
See clearly now baby girl. And thanks for the information.