I would like to thank everyone who has helped me with anything ever, I don't remember your names anymore but that shouldn't mean that you should feel badly about yourselves.  this is the natural course of things.  We help each other until all of that help culminates into something supernatural and then the culminating hero forgets about the foundation that got him to his peak.  Does a climber remember his shoes as he stands atop Everest, looking out into the infinite space before him?  Does he conjure up the pots he used to feed himself, does he even think of his mother and father copulating to make him this strange being in this five pointed shape?  It is difficult to retain these bits of details all stuck to you like post it notes on an oven!

And yet I love all of you who have helped me along this way, you unnamed plebians who will continue a dreary nameless life!  the vague impression of your existence is still with me as a shadow beneath a running stream of liquid gold!  And so here come the red carpets, the moovie staars, the houses in Altadena, the Priuses!  For featherbeard has finally made his way to youtube!

Thank you to all of you new stars that I am friends with now.  I must go now, I have many sultans to consort with, opium to smoke, and harems to enjoy...  This is the life we havre always awaited and here it is!  Ta daa!!!