It's getting late now, and I find myself here, writing to you, the unknown, the anonymous: the peurile technofile, the meliflous diarist, the passionate, the young, the unabated. I am alone now - my big, swaggering, Movie Star date got up this afternoon - remoreseless - and left me with a bottle of wine and a couple of Xanax to feed my fraying consciouence, and it is here it lies, on keys of my keypad, like a tender matrix of dispassionate algorythms, waiting to be brought to life.
Sean Wilsey says that "beauty is like money from God". I have money from both God and man, then: I am blessed by both the heavens and the cosmos. Looking down from up here on high in my penthouse apartment the view is dizzying, like some escalating vertigo of a pending, uncertain world. I'm fucked - trashed, wrecked, tired, ghosted by the magic of heights.
... And I'm turning to you, writing to you - you all - just to hold my hand while I look down here, just to hold it and squeeze it and tell me to wait around a little ...
Your Anonymous Celebrity 'x'
Woa! This is a change of tone. But, it does fit in with the whole Celebrity 'x' persona: you want attention. You want us to tell you that we love you. Well, we don't really love you. We're just obsessed with you. We're fantasizing about you. You're rich and famous, and we're struggling nobodies. You're in sunny California and we're in rainy nowhere -- well I'm in New York, which I prefer over L.A. -- but I live in a small apartment and I have to deal with some dick across the street who thinks he's a hip-hop star, rapping on his front stoop at 2 in morning, keeping me up all night, while you're in your penthouse apartment, hanging out with real hip-hop stars.
Drink the wine, enjoy the Xanax...write us about it. Tell us about how you meet with Cruella, but it's fun because your still sort of high. Give us an insider's view into lunch with another A-lister. The shit you talk about...like how all stars smoke in private. That was good shit. Think of something creative. You're capable of it. This blog is proof of that. Be our mercenary A-list celebrity.
Fame and attention don't come for free. You entertain us, help us with our fantasies and we'll pay you back.
Posted by: X11 | January 23, 2006 at 11:58 AM
I just don´t know if I have the energy anymore, I´m sorry. I´m thinking of folding the site if I can´t get more. I´m sorry ... I´ve heard too many empty promises and I have too much on the line to make this worthwhile
Posted by: Anonymous Celebrity | January 23, 2006 at 01:41 PM