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A party made of my music, from which I am strictly excluded, in which women are instructed to make nauseating betrayals against me, where my picture is used as a target and so forth. Sound like a Crystalids party? This happened just two short weeks ago when Taylor was here. So I'm not in the mood to party. Their party is more important than my life. Their lies are more important than my truth. It's hard enough just to live under these circumstances. Partying is impossible. Have any of these people who have been partying with Dean and partying with Taylor given any thought to what the party would have been like if I was the one they celebrated with my music? I picture it as all these partiers partying while I keep to myself in my room upstairs and dream up all the new songs and new comedy that Dean and Taylor didn't know how to write. Not much else in it for me, is there? Just more work. |
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Saturday, July 13, 2013
It's Your Party and I'll Cry if I Want to
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