Merry Lucimas

First of all, if there's anything more I can do to ruin Christmas for all the pricks who were involved with the theft of my Christmas music, I hope I can think of it. I don't think these asses should celebrate Christmas. I think they should wait for Satan's birthday and celebrate that. It's a 4.2 km round trip walk to this public library. If you multiply that by the 1,200 days I have spent here typing in blogs that were stolen from me in the last seven years, well... [Fire alarm. Back in a bit.] Well I'm back. And I just opened up a new MySpace account. Looks like a good place to post music videos, if I can figure out their cryptic layout. As for YouTube, well, that was a good place for Justin Bieber to post videos, but you all see what happened to my hit songs from posting them on YouTube. I hope the police are watching my posts closely. Here is what I will do over the next few months. First I'm going to add all the content from this blog into another outside account. And I want you police to check for omissions that may exist in my current text on Blogger. While I suppose it's not altogether proper for me to bash the Google boy on his own website, it is still illegal for him to tamper with my content. And if it turns out that my content has been tampered with, I want that Google boy beaten senseless and thrown into a prison cell with a unicorn. Why is the hateful creep who lives across from me and spends his whole day with his eyes glued to the hate broadcasts of the lying TV telling me I'm defeated? Oh, I forgot, I want to make people laugh and dance, so that means I'm fighting a war. Who told him I was defeated? Was it the same people who told you all that Saturday Night Live wrote my blogs and that the Crystalids wrote my songs? Yeah, you can trust them. There's nothing really significant to add to this account now. I'm sure I'm still short of perhaps a couple dozen sketches and maybe one or two more hit songs, but I'd rather share them on MySpace than on HisTube. Go ahead and celebrate your Christmas now, the same way you did with all those fraud bands and fucking psychopathic comedians by going out of your way to make me miserable. I'll just spend my Christmas alone. And better off for it.
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