Hilarious! You Moz fans are the lulz, some of the best nut-jobs on da Interwebz. I'm guessing Long Island? LOL! I'm not 60 and I'm not an obese baldy bastard. If someone in the team sent you pics of me looking like Syd Barrett or something, that's very naughty of them, but also very funny. I'm 52. Full head of hair, though it's grey, thinning slightly and receding, but that's just cuz there's so much testosterone. Kinda George Clooney...must get the Regaine stuff. I might be a pauper or I might be very rich. Again, I've no idea what the mischief makers have told you via email (?). I give them free reign, though I think they have some 'automatic text generator' program from my salon speeches and stand-up shows. I could care less, if it's me writing this, of course, and not them. Or Sharon. "all the guys and the signores, who will write my story?".
I might have 1 year, 10 years or 50 years in front of me. did they tell you I had cancer? That's nonsense. Sometimes it's HIV, somtimes 'insanity' is given as the reason, but the real reason is I declined the offer to be 'bigger than Elvis' in 1974, chose marriage, kids and career and gave a few notes to a few likely lads who seemed interested in my ideas. Now I've finally accepted my destiny as 'The Pope Of Pop. Warhol 2.0' and all the rest of it. You don't normally become a Pope at 52, it's very young! I've no interest in the past, in any of that 'icon' 'star' 'fan' crap. I'm the future, from the most distant past. Your comment/warning/ advice is well rubbish, but I do like this bit:
"Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. The world belongs to you for a season... Don't squander the gold of your days.."
I am living, I lose nothing. Spring is unfolding outside the window as I type, I live in Paradise here in The Shire and in Birmingham's Mordor. I'm not missing or squandering anything, unlike loser pop stars in 5 star hotel prisons..I found love, everything else went on the back boiler. Fame is a mental illness in the mind of the fan and the star. Nobody who knows anything about fame wants anything to do with it. I told folk that in Bogarts and Barbarellas but they were young and silly, god bless them all! Especially that O'Dowd and Degville in Oasis Market. And those hilarious Fàshiön Music chaps. LOL! Duran(d) Duran(d) - Milo O'Shea! So much to answer for!!
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Nobody knows me, because I don't exist other than in other people's imagination. I use the name and the p.r press front of a middle-age devout Catholic man who is part of the scam, but there's no one person called 'BrummieBoy'. You've been taken for a ride I'm afraid. But I did see some of those loopy phone videos you sent whilst on shopping sprees in Manhattan. Say hello to Fred Schneider and Madonna if you see them out and about in da Hamptons. Just say "BrummieBoy sends his regards!" and watch their faces....I have Harry Potter's invisibility cloak and Bilbo's ring. No one can find me, no one can even see me. I'm invisible, like a dark hole on the event horizon of popular culture, the anti-matter anti-star at the end of space-time reality. Worse than Dr Who, I'm afraid. If you come to Britain, do get in touch and I'll send someone along who's pretending to be me pretending to be someone else who's also pretending to be me. Hall of mirrors.
"I watched BrumieBoy. I watched BrummieBoy watching everybody. I would hear people saying the most astonishing things, the craziest things, the funniest things, the saddest things."
"I nearly always gave it away. On the backstreets of Brum or 'playing away'. Only police and thieving priests had to pay and pay.
Wide-eyed, legless with a boner -watching you impregnate bitches who then thought they owned ya.Snoggin street boys drunk and so ashamed,
they wouldn't even give up their own real name."
Christian Dior? Yeah, right...Or maybe you're Skyfarker pretending to be Viva Khate? Any road, I give up on this place. You lot! With your personas and avatars! What's a thicko BrummieBoy who talks like a navvy supposed to do? I can't compete. I'll get me coat....