Torture Sucks

Torture Sucks
I finished a recording yesterday. I'll post it later. First I wanted to ask about the new torture band. They kept me up half the night last night with their torture. It was like the torture I shared with my sister-in-law, the last time a music label signed a torture band to torture me on the torture station. (Blondie Hateful.) So what new torture band is 'in in Seattle'? They've been allowed to make an industry out of torturing me, haven't they, lawyers? And now their crowd needs to torture me to feel good. Now their torture is trivial because they've done so much of it. But to me it is still torture, and I think torture is a poor return for sharing songs and stories that gave others pleasure.

2:00pm: I posted my new tune, a bitter little number called Simper. I wanted to report that I am still suffering from a problem with the public, which I normally associate with some kind of assault on my image and/or my work. If the business signed another band to torture me, I would have to endure a lot of putdowns from my music getting played by the wrong person on the radio. That seems to be my current predicament. And someone has programmed everyone in the population to shrug me off with the same three or four word phrase every time they look at me. It sounds like 'you're a goof' or something. Could any of my sister-in-law's police friends help me with this? It's really starting to stress me out now. I've been putting up with it for a couple weeks and it's getting worse and worse. I don't want to have to hang myself from their torture.

About this problem with the Greeks, I was surprised to hear about it. I admire Greek philosophers, which is why Aristotle was my first choice for my comedy sketch, Nettle the Wise Man. This comedy sketch was already stolen and broadcast on television illegally with no reaction from the Greek population. Do they not like it anymore?

I guess I'll go home and tolerate this repeating phrase coming from everywhere, but I'll try to remember that it is meaningless, as much as it stresses me out. I wonder if I'll have to hear it as much as the Nasco workers telling me 'my duck is sick' when they had me surrounded at my building in 2011. I wonder how much brain damage music labels and broadcasters cause me when they torture me with their crimes. Good thing they're rich, so they can have their sadistic pleasure. 		  
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