Total tool, but he had this manic energy, this delusional confidence that was kinda...infectious, (in a train wreck kinda way). Before he gets turned into paste, he's spitting fire about being a goddamn football legend. I feel that energy, man, but with way more punk rock chaos and a hundred times the artistic integrity. So, peep this art, right? This is more than just some pixels on a screen, man. This is my soul splattered onto the canvas of reality! I want to give my own manic energy rant:
"Alright, check it, dudes and dudettes! Maverick Lobo here, howling at the moon as usual. I had this crazy vision, right? Like, my future blasting into my face at a million miles an hour, and lemme tell you, it's gonna be epic!
So, forget failing and fading out, man. This ain't no slow burn, it's a full-on sonic explosion! My music's gonna detonate! I'm talking amps cranked to eleven, beats that'll make your bones rattle, and lyrics that you'll remember forever!
Four years from now? 500 albums studied, 400 music courses and lessons completed, a couple of dance comp trophies, 2 albums out, a few viral music videos - my content's gonna be SLAMMIN! We're talking playing at festivals, venues, and performing at every major furry con, and a sound so raw, so real, it'll make the corporate music scene choke on its own plastic!
And forget about creative blocks, man! I ain't afraid of no writer's block or any AI music shill! All Word Vomit! It's a poser in a suit! Real artists hone their skills! I ain't afraid of no Word Vomit! Word Vomit is afraid of me! Word Vomit fears me! 'Cause, baby, I just create! I just create, y'all! That's all I know how to do! I just create! AWOOOO- *gets head crushed by spotlight* "
