I find it so ironic that you all
sit and talk about my genius,
when in fact, my genius is on vacation.
Are you ever going to accept the fact that
I don't want another fan-club member?
Spaces are full, and I'm sick of it all.
Sure, flattery will help you in life,
but unobscured obsession just can't be of any use.

I'm getting letters every day.
The mailman has lodged a complaint.
His back is breaing from my letter's
he's taking home with him.
Stealing my fan-mail, and
stealing my fans.
His wife has lodged a complaint to me.

I'll let you all bask in the reflected glory.
(After all, that's just what I'm doing.)

05/24/2004

Posted on 05/24/2004
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