How do you expect me to play it cool. I'm swimming in whirlpools and vortexes of perplexing people. I mean, where do I start? All I want is to create beautiful art, negate evil with a dutiful start. But it seems in between my worthy and Noble regime, someone's throwing monkey wrenches so to speak. So in my colorful bleak, my boastful meek, I speak with loud silence on silent beats. All I wanted was to make art, some for me and some for we. As noble cause any cause, would you not agree?