I had a thought the other day when I took a moment to read my own blog from the potential point of view of another...but I stopped and so did the music, the music that plays when you think everything in this life is perfect or is a fairy tale or a pretty lie. At first I was slightly embarrassed to think of someone reading all these dark thoughts of mine, then I was sad and then I was angry...THEN I was proud. I am proud because a lot of you motherfuckers do not have the balls that I have to do what I do. Additionally, a lot of you do not have the knowledge, life-experience or intelligence that I do. With that gift has come A SHIT LOAD of ghosts to deal with. The way I cope is to write about it. Anyone who knows me, knows I am a happy, goofy, silly, laid back hippy-like woman. Everything you read on here is talent and therapy.
My brother said something to me the other day that made me think. He said, "Don't judge me".
To my brother, "I would never judge you, I have no place to...I SEE YOU."
To people who read this and try to make a judgment...
Movies... reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference...we as entertainers have a responsibility.
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter? There is way too much at stake for me to be fake, there is too much on my plate and I have come too far to turn and walk away and not take every chance to say what I have to say.
What the fuck do you take me for? A joke? You must be smoking crack.
I'm trying-a smack this "one" out of the park, with the "five-thousand mark".
It is crazy, the way you act, when you confuse fantasy with real life...when the music stops.
My brother said something to me the other day that made me think. He said, "Don't judge me".
To my brother, "I would never judge you, I have no place to...I SEE YOU."
To people who read this and try to make a judgment...
Movies... reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference...we as entertainers have a responsibility.
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter? There is way too much at stake for me to be fake, there is too much on my plate and I have come too far to turn and walk away and not take every chance to say what I have to say.
What the fuck do you take me for? A joke? You must be smoking crack.
I'm trying-a smack this "one" out of the park, with the "five-thousand mark".
It is crazy, the way you act, when you confuse fantasy with real life...when the music stops.
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