Oh yeah - while I'm back. One more thing. Those of you - the cynical readers, the publishing naysayers, the critics who shit on my music when it gives MILLIONS and fuckin' MILLIONS of people hope in lives they don't want to be living, while they stacked up in their four-by-fours making out and gettin' off, and getting high and getting laid, those of you who belong to that trashy subset they call the press (because you can't do anything else with your lives but try to wreck those greater than you are) ...
... you can all just FUCK OFF! Yeah, sometimes I'm trashed, and smashed, and you love snapping those cutesy wasted photos of me in the arms of one of my handsome lovers outside West 12th in New York, or Sunset in Los Angeles, or Boujis in London, England ... but I'm prettier, richer, and ultimately (in the greater sense) I'm worth more than you are as human beings. And here in my yellow panties, with my glass of Merlot, and nothing else; how you would adore me, how you would love to be privy to just a second of this moment, of this view, of this life that I lead, because I am ... always ... (and no matter, I forgive you, and I love you all, REALLY) ...
YOUR A-Celebrity 'x'
Welcome back!
Posted by: saifulrizan | June 03, 2008 at 05:04 PM
i imagine how it would be like to live life like yours. in my world, the same shit happens and it is soooo hard that sometimes getting away from it all would be a bliss. i guess in your view point, its blown up a million folds to the point that you have to be sort-of of a rebel of who you really are or how you want to be just to release the tension, the anger. much love. i feel you.
Posted by: | August 21, 2008 at 11:21 PM