#supremepriority

Midas’ first mix, check it out. 

On behalf of all Carolina Panther fans since your relatively recent beginning as an organization, WELCOME TO SUPER BOWL 50.  Back in ‘04 I didn’t show my face in school the following Monday, BUT we won’t bring up old shit.  Congrats to a team that has showed so much perseverance and will power to keep going, season after each suck.  To a team that somehow maintained top defensive stats, but no equating winning season. Most importantly, to the team that just showed their asses off in the second half! 

CONGRATS TO CAM, RON RIVERA, NORMAN, OLSEN, KUECHLY, STEWART (YOU DEFININTELY DESERVE THIS), & THE REST OF MY CAROLINA BABIES!

Cam said we’re not done yet!

Special thanks to every single person who has crossed my path. No worries of terrible first impressions, unexpected/ unexplainable distances or how ever presently held high, your interaction with, has shaped a thought process & set your own identifiable schematic tone in every crease of my thinking. It’s the season to keep whomever is needed, & I hope our calendars are aligned. You are my Sun, you have allowed me to see the creator’s works & for that, you prove my belief in Him a profound realization. All imperfectly, perfect.

Be honest, Be good to each other, & keep being what the world needs.

I imagine an easy, Sunday morning. Sun-kiss on the cheek provoking a smirk that takes it somewhere between first & second base. The morning’s soundtrack is brought to you by a list of composers thanking God for the struggle, birds & some bees, & this bright young lady requesting a window seat.

God slides out of an all white down feathered blanket of Grace & heads to the kitchen in Her most natural of naturalistic form. A cup of dark roast coffee is brewing while a wheat slice is topped with Land O Lakes whipped butter then cut in half. The New York Times is open to interests of, & the first sip of coffee couldn’t be more soothing, then awakening in its aftertaste. She waters Her sunflowers & places them back onto the kitchen table to steal a kiss from Sun, too.

She whips out her easel, props the canvas, & carefully selects a proper blend of colors. A dark brown, some deep reds, burnt oranges, & blended yellows. She then raises Her brush & welcomes your existence. You are truly an experience.

Not only do I thank God for your creation, but I thank God for your parents’ creations. For raising someone to be so kind, gentle, & understanding. Someone who knows how to respect His Queen & make her feel like a teenaged girl every time they lock eyes. & for raising someone who knows the rewards that lie in hope & faith. I’ve made humanly mistakes but some so great in my subjection, I ask myself how in this lifetime did I seek & find. You are alive, spirit full of tomorrow; an art installation of what God’s love can be.