Welcome to Fantom Island, where iLL-Literacy's legend finds its habitat. If you've happened upon this portal, may we be as bold as to assert that nested in you is a healthy curiosity. Whether you were drawn here by the Slanted i at this page's 1-o-clock, the quick flash of during loading, or simply because you have a click-happy finger – you've arrived. HihowRUhi?
The peculiar thing about Fantom Island is that it is but a mirage – an Imaginary oasis isolated in the confines of our brainwaves. We shall gradually reveal morsels of our folklore here, so please visit often. To return, simply bring your Imagination as your passport.
Fantom Island
Here's the Erykah Badu song that I refuse to listen to.
Twas just a couple of years ago when Ms. Badu dropped my favorite album of hers yet, New Amerykyah: 4th World War. Having only heard “Honey” and “The Healer,” when the record was finally released, I hopped in my car and wandered the streets in the bliss of it all. And yes, even in this age where records are often birthed prematurely, there are still those artists who compel you to excitedly rush to the record store, tear off the plastic, and burn one to it in its entirety. Because of that, I’m restraining from listening to any more tracks from Return of the Ankh, which drops next month. Will I make it??? We shall see. But in the meantime, no need to deprive you loyal iLL-Literates of the goodness. Here you go:
