Summer Surprise
I've decided to keep my old room. The new landlord is pretty good. He's made some impressive improvements, so I don't want to be too hasty about letting it go. It's been great for my songwriting and recording. Still, I've moved into the new location for the meantime. I just want to try it out. The summer brought some pleasant surprises this year. It turns out that women live here after all. Usually they cover themselves in layers of worn sackcloth and put halloween masks over their faces, but now it's too hot for that. And it's too hot for them to stuff a pillow up their backs and hobble about like a hunchback, or to put Vaseline in their hair. And if they try to blacken their teeth, the inks runs. Lucky for me. 11:06pm There's a new billboard promoting comedians. Don't be impressed by it. If they need such extra promotion, it's because they are unpopular. And I wouldn't blame the public for rejecting them after countless of my web posts were plagiarized by them on TV over the period they're calling a 'link between generations.' There are a lot of billboards for the alternative rock station, too, after they stole their whole playlist from my YouTube account. What does the business accomplish when it makes stars out of such vicious frauds - besides being able to steal the profits for my work? Well, maybe it makes an unwilling star out of me, their victim, and endangers my life. I've been receiving rebukes from strangers for fourteen years now. Hey, protection squad, was I supposed to survive that? Too bad I couldn't have been protected from it. You noble protectors should read what my life has been like since 2010 in this account and ask yourself why a protected artist like myself, who wrote immensely popular work, has had to suffer so many put-downs from strangers in the street. Yes, and why did I need to line up for soup when the television people were selling their sponsors my life story behind my back on the news for millions of dollars? You call that protection? As for being a star, am I? Well, I don't know. What would a couple of passers-by say about such a person as myself these days? Maybe one might say to the other, 'There's a star,' to which the other might reply, after looking right at me: 'Where?' And why am I insulted like this? Because I don't have crowds of groupies like those wonderful frauds who stole my music! But, wait, do I know you? What's your name? Gee, recognized by total strangers in the street as they insult me for their fraud idols on TV, but I'm not a star. Well, you know what? It doesn't matter if you want to put me down: I don't know you and you know me. Live with it. Believe me, it's a lot easier for you than it is for me. Now, about being accused of being lazy, I'm glad I didn't have to load the truck tonight because it's been quite hectic lately at my full-time job where I must work six days a week. Can any of those cool TV stars that stole my blogs say that? No, they can't even say they did the hard work of producing their own content that they wanted everyone to love them for. I had to do that, too, on top of working in a real job. So, I don't think I'm lazy at all, but I think they're pretty useless. And the last time I recall being accused of being lazy was by that double dick-signed Dateline star who stole whole albums of my songs and got the business to make everyone worship him as Jesus for it. I guess whoever it is got out of jail or prison and is back on the web to get revenge on his crime victim. Hey, fraudcasters, why don't you put his face on a billboard with a cartoon bubble that reads Dave's not a star? Or do you flash that image across to your viewers on every hundredth frame of your manipulating fraudcasts? July 17/2021: I hate having to mention the disgusting prison punishments they administered to those greedy, attention seeking creeps for stealing my things. What choice do I have when the media always depict them as admirable? Taylor Grift on the American Music Awards in 2019? It must have been just before I started rewriting her hits, which the evil broadcasters knew about since 2007, but certainly after she was incarcerated for trying to steal Spellbound in 2012. Just one example of dozens from the last ten years. One final extra note about dogs: I carry dog spray now, so if any of you are thinking of letting me get pushed to the ground and chewed up again, like that pitbull did for an AC/DC fraud fan in September 2015 - the last memory of me that my late mother took with her to the hereafter - you'll be sorely disappointed. After I spray the beast and it's blind and helpless, I'm going to kick the shit out of it with my steal toed shoes. July 18/2021: In defence of last night's statement about dogs, I should say that I had a bad experience with a dog in my boyhood. It bit my balls off. Somehow it knew just when to strike. And it wouldn't give them back readily. I had to tug and tug. It was horrible. I needed 497 butterfly stitches and I fell behind a grade in school as I recovered in the hospital. Yeah, all you schoolyard girls who laughed at my high voice, not so funny anymore, is it? Okay, it actually happened in a childhood nightmare, but you don't know the difference as you experience it. |
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