You get what you pay for. That kind of response is what you get when corporations and dominators run things. Uncaring, souless, bullshit. Your reaction to my art is a joke, man. You see this art and then say that dumb shit? Good luck, motherfucker.
We are connected. I'm only gonna get as far as you want us to go. Not joking. Stop obeying murderers and tell the great artist thank you. This is something you will not win. It's just not a situation where you are to talk shit. Really.
You obey murderers and then talk shit to the artist. You owe me a hell of a lot of authentic art and rock and roll. You materialistic piece of shit are selling your soul for a few dollars an hour and then going home and talking shit to the best artist in the world. Don't lie.
Listen, pussy. Coward. Piece of shit, nobody. I make this art. You just say groovy, thank you, right on, or mind your own business. I'm gonna do my best to always love you, but you got to love you, man. You got to love yourself enough to know better than talk shit to an artist like me. It's just not happening, man. Be mad at the motherfuckers, who robbed you of a real life, not the artist who is trying to inspire you to live one.
Respect the great artist. Show your support for Anton Newcombe, Wintersox, and whoever else really deserves praise. Do not shit in the bucket. This is really happening.
Don't have time for this shit. Got better art to make than you. I love you so much, just wish you were strong enough to love back. This is some of the best art and rock and roll ever, and some of you who will never do shit pretend like it's not art and rock and roll at all. Well, get it right. The art is the art, you people talking shit aren't anything at all.
I love you. I waited for you when the hurtful things you said had no validity. Absolutely.
Wintersox