I know a lot of you beautiful people are going to accuse your very own Octogram of selling out to the man, but I'm sorry my friends: That's bullshit. If it is a crime in the digital age to share the fruits of one's soul, then I'm as guilty as Osama.
(And I know a whole bunch of you gorgeous, wonderful people are gonna want me to hang for invoking the name of terroristo numero uno, but if you really think about it, that's actually bollocks.)
Now that we've cleared the air I'm gonna tell you what I came hear to say you wonderful sons-of-bitches. It is the year of the Octogram. I'm on twitter, I'm on facebook, I'm on freakin soundcloud and I don't give two damns if you're not comfortable with that. Let's get real here: How long did you really think I was going to remain bohemia's best-kept secret? You fine, loyal brethren guard me too jealously, let this bird fly: I will not be shackled by your petty mediocrity you fabulous, effervescent truthbeings. Let the world take a slice of the Octopie. God knows they need....