The Heart of the Matter

I practiced my songs again yesterday. There's no hurry to get me out on a stage with my songs, is there? Funny how there was such a mad rush to get those fraud bands out on a stage with them and now no one even notices that I have them. And when people were all excited to see my songs getting played on a stage, where was I? Oh right, cleaning off dried egg yolk from my window. Well, why should you want to get excited over my music now? I was thinking about what one of those violators of my copyrights was saying about me, since we all hear from these people all the time to give them the chance to defend their crimes with my work and my life, and he was saying that I'm a pussy. He must have read that post where I confessed that I broke down and cried. Yes, I cry - but only when I feel pain. This is the kind of pain that a person who steals my work would not know. I'm a sensitive person, very acutely receptive to various forms of pain. But this is not entirely a weakness. My sensitivity also gives my songs and blogs a certain edge. I am able to connect with others by being able to show evidence of sharing their feelings in my work. You must have a heart to be able to write my work. This heart forces you to feel pain but gives you the authority to express it well to others. All of the stars who stole my music and comedy are incapable of producing my work because they lack the heart to produce my work. Stealing music or poetry is the act of a heartless psychopath and it follows that none of these people could write the work they stole from me. They criticize me for being sensitive when my sensitivity is what made my music and comedy great. Why can't we just lock them away where they can't poison any more people with their fucking obnoxious hate? As for broadcasters, presenting heartless psychopaths as Jesus with my music and comedy may be the most unspeakably evil thing that has ever happened in broadcasting. Such hypocrites won't admit it after they were so keen to commit it. Well, I'm sensitive but I'm also tough. You should see my new leather cap. I wear it so I don't have to look like a pussy with an umbrella. I'm going to put a badge on it now and walk up and down East Hastings Street looking for trouble. That'll show them.
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