I originally wrote this bio, like it was an advert to push a book sale or like it was some grand outline of the book that summarized it professionally, it doesn't work for me. The content of this book, the hardships I endured while discovering Malcom's " Naked Truth" of what was really going on in Swimming and Circles leading up to Malcom's final days aren't something I wish to glamorize or promote with ads and light language that may hinder what's been decoded and translated for those that may need the message within. These albums are no longer to me about music, what they are is a man struggling to survive, both drowning and Swimming in the chaos of what I call a Venomous Cage, being your own worst enemy. I began to decipher and " decode " if you would, the messages within, truthfully after Malcom had passed, I never even heard Swimming until 2019, but had heard of Mac Miller before, obviously, I do live on Earth right, but here's where I started to unravel the messages within and finding the paper trail if you would, of symbolism , double entedre and metaphors of Swimming and Circles . It was summer 2020, COVID-LOCK DOWN , I was falling in love with the love of my life , he introduced me to Swimming , not Mac Miller , Swimming , and we bonded deeply over it, it became the center of my universe for sure, he'd be romantic playing it or singing it and really making me a part of his world with the common denominator being Swimming . Well then came the drugs , the isolation , the missed calls , the disappearances , the abuse , and the further I started to fall into the chaos , losing myself , addiction , mockery , terror , I lost my sense of belonging everywhere in the world but with Mac Miller's music. Then it started, well wait a second, leading up to and on October 16, 2020 , I was strung along and into my death bed , poisoned by that guy, left for dead , expected to trip out of my mind and not come back. . I was setup for homicide by the love of my life . . . romanticized with the Swimming album as a diversion . . . then it started. The world I woke up in, what Mac Miller references as Oblivion , a very transcendent euphoric state, it feels very real and when I "woke up there" I thought I had died, but it felt so good I wasn't scared and didn't want to leave. I named mine Ivy's Cyanide Dream , it was a red world just like Malcom's, Red, just like in my artist name, and the Red hue lighting on Mac Miller's Apple Profile Picture , it's symbolism , not coincidental , he'd been going to Oblivion . Apparently this place " OBLIVION" is not life and or death , it's essentially your brain cocooning or protecting itself from the imminent overdose from the drugs ingested. Please ask your doctors or psychologist about this if you haven't experienced it, I've only been there a few times, and it is indeed where Malcom was ingesting " Jet Fuel" , to get to with the intentions of not coming back; it's all broken down in this book, backed up and proved with Malcom's own words and references, symbolisym, entedres and metaphors , verified as we read along. It's heartbreaking , it was hard for me to finally finish this book, especially after getting sober , but as addicts we like to hide truths , and avoid them too , and Malcom was real good at integrating them into his art without revealing them, but I think once you live it, experience it and stop hearing Mac Miller and start listening to Malcolm McCormick , you can't unsee it.