Here for You

In one of those courses where they send chronic welfare applicants to learn how to get jobs, the teacher told us to close our letters of application with the words 'here for you'. But given the reluctance of the world to credit me or pay me for my work in the last sixteen years, the only thing I'm ultimately applying for in this account is the salvation of your hearts. I find myself grief stricken these last couple of days over a very sad letter from home. Someone who might be the most perfect person I've ever known has been diagnosed with a terminal affliction. Not to interrupt the dance party, but if you're in a melancholy mood and find yourself listening to my Laura-li, I would appreciate it if the faithful among you would send a little prayer in the direction of this person and her loved ones. My mother took a somewhat admonishing tone in her note. While tragedies like this may tend to reduce our struggles to trivialities, she has taken an extra step and implied that my online campaign is selfish. I see the influence of television and siblings like Roger in this attitude and I indulge her her opinion because she may be too old to handle the truth about my life. She needs to go on thinking of her baby as a little sweetheart and I don't want to take that away from her. So at least I'm not selfish about that. And what am I doing when I construct a poem? Is it the same as writing a grocery list? No, I'm pouring out my heart in my words. Authoring all this work all these years has been entirely selfless. That's why it was so easy for you to believe that the guy who stole the largest number of my songs was Jesus. And what am I fighting for in this account? Riches and glory? If I wanted that, I would have stayed online in 2007 instead of erasing all my work. I am fighting for truth. Truth is the path to God - unless you are atheist, of course. When you thought Dean was Jesus, what God were you really worshiping? Don't you think it hurt God to see what your broadcasters did with the talent He gave me? The worst thing about hearing that someone you love is dying for me has been my inability to make their lives better while they were here. Mike Myers got a chance to improve his father's life before his father passed away. Now people I love are dying and I all I get to think about is how much of a burden I have been to them because people like Mike Myers cashed in all my work for themselves and left me in the lurch. The best thing about having money, as far as I'm concerned, would have been to give it to people I love and to people who need it and who deserve it. You loved those stars when they were entertaining you with my works. Now this crime has made you hold your love in check. When you can't love freely, it diminishes your life experience. I won't consider my work finished until you are all restored to full spiritual health. I don't know you, but I hope I'm helping you take your minds off your troubles today. I know your hearts and I know you are good. I will continue this struggle, standing in soup lines and making the sacrifices, as long as it serves you. May my music sweep you away into a better universe. May my poems and scripts help you face the absurdity of this life with a smile. And may my statements bring you truth; a truth that leads the atheist to fulfillment and the believer to God. God bless you crazy people.
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