My pal Nate Kogan is a weird artist and he just finished this custom print for me yesterday. I own his soul and he is clearly kissing ass to try to get it back.
"You've been there for all the bad times and the good so far, and it won't stop waffle. You've helped me understand myself more than I could possibly have imagined, with you I have come into a place where i've felt and seen god, and you shared that with me. Our bond is not something for words so this is pretty hard to do, but I know you understand. I POURED MYSELF into this. The only thing I can offer you is my soul. You've made me into a better person, a more wholesome and fulfilled creative, and someone who can look forward to tomorrow. You never let me go when I was falling so hard, and I am forever thankful. You taught me that love resonates beyond a normal scope and can permeate the essence of what it means to make, and live. I can't think of a person who is more deserving of my soul than you are. I love you. You make me whole. My soul is yours."
It's too late motherfucker I sold your soul to the devil