Dreaming of Sleep

I'm feeling refreshed after an eighteen hour snooze. I feel asleep yesterday afternoon at about 2:30 pm and stayed unconscious until about 8:30 this morning. I must have missed my daily post. Sorry, I guess I was exhausted. It must be from working so hard at this job for which they insist on paying frauds in my place. Too bad I can't sleep all the way to my grave. Who'd have thought that so many successful new songs on the [rock] radio came from the same pen that produced those sparkling new witticisms on the TV? That's the last thing those broadcasters wanted you to know. The rarity of authoring talent drastically reduces the number of vending options for such talent's products. Now that they've gone ahead and expanded the TV to over a hundred channels, they need the world to think that authoring talent has been multiplied to accommodate their greedy move. They needed you to believe that so many others like Jay Leno or Ellen Degeneres could produce my poems and dialogues and that so many others, again, like Nickleback or the Crystalids or the Shards could produce my music. Each fraud they credited with my work received strong support from the commercial broadcast media, hailed as artists and geniuses, while my image was commensurately trashed. The more they stamped on my image, the more it opened up profit making potential for my songs and blogs in the hands of frauds. Most of this criminal abuse by irresponsible broadcasters happened when I my back was turned, and to be putting up with it in the present, given the amount of work I've recovered in this account, is utterly unacceptable. It's as plain as day that they put my love into the hands of malicious, hateful fiends and broadcast this sin across the whole planet to try to turn the whole world population against me. If people want my love, they should receive it from me and not from some racist creep who can't make his own stupid hate sound good enough in a song. If they appreciate my humor, they should receive it from me and not from some social climbing asshole who would falsely accuse an innocent author to clear a path for himself among the TV stars whose comedy shows have not yet been cancelled. I don't even try to be amusing most of the time. Frankly, I wish I could express myself in ways that were less coveted by the mediocre authoring talent that opposes me.
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