As long as people still want to support the bad stars who tried to murder me with my own work, I can't help but picture they way they would have celebrated my suicide death four years ago if I had succumbed to the obscene pressure they used against me. It's simple, really. All the dozens of songs that they stole from me to make themselves richer and make me hated would still be playing on the radio as 'new rock', while the girls who enjoy them would continue to cheerfully spit on my image. And all the hundreds of scripts that they stole from me to make themselves richer and make me hated would still be on TV to disgrace my name and the name of my father. The biggest rock and roll party in history would have been thrown to celebrate their fraud and their successful destruction of their victim. Evil frauds would be more loved than ever and no one would ever know that they're just a bunch of arrogant fools who think they deserve stardom for reading my blogs. But with so many bad stars still on the air I can hardly tell the present apart from this 'failed' outcome.
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