This was made on will power, teenage angst agaisnt the prep squad, a number of pop culture allusions, and some self hatred towards my own voice. An awesome mixture I might say.
Though it's not how I envisioned "An Introductory Command" at all. I wanted to be with the beat, but I've recently learned that I can't keep rhythm at all. Curse my heavy breathing which is what the womanly figure indicated in a sexual manner both demeaning and out of place in casual conversation.
Oh well, just enjoy my attack on social society.
I have a vision. My vision is speaking in future tense. That is why I command it.
