Suddenly, all my ideas seem GOOD AS FUCK.
Listen we reporting live from revelations and I am finally ready to cook (if you needed another sign, this is it.) Last night I googled, “Did World War I directly influence The Harlem Rennaissance”, and it gave me an ai overview (I’m not reading all that). My instinct as a human is telling me that yes, the impending doom of the end of the world in 1920, was probably a catalyst for an artistic revolution. I could be wrong, but I’ve been on a bit of a winning streak, and I’m empyting the clip, so I’m probably right. I gotta get all this shit off my chest before this shit is over.
Today I start my marketing campaign for my first feature film, YOU MIGHT’VE HEARD OF IT, IT’S CALLED UNDRAFTED
That means, it’s my favorite time of the year, time for you to give me some money. Since we’re all pretending everything is normal,
The Qwan-a-Thon is live with the first marketing campaign for Undrafted.
The Real Hate Hotline CALL NOW
I’m going to be a conduit for all the hate in the world. It’s a lot of frustration and fear yada yadda yadda, so I want you to call the hotline and let that hate out of your heart. Rip your favorite athlete, rip your favorite actor, rip DeAndre Richardson.
