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My place is too noisy to live in right now. Transitional housing. They'd be more humane to give us cyanide. Oh, and am I showing off? Showing off in the library, am I? Seems to me the only show offs with my work were the ones who stole it and sold it to NBC and WEA. Fucking people who want to be stars. And fucking stars who want to stay stars for ever. No one cares about the artist, they just care about stars. So you don't have to care about me because I have ceased all musical activity and haven't made a sound in weeks. I couldn't gather the spirit to play and sing anyway in a place where the other tenants regularly use my door for a target. Too many bad vibes when you're forced by poverty to live with such people. It kills the creativity. The only people I want to impress with my songs and laughs now are lawyers. And I hope they are paying close attention as I index every single one of them. |
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Thursday, October 3, 2013
Look at Me
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