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Dear Grant Morrison,
( I'm not going to be silly about your name, not like some of the others on here, those peons, frankly, who do not understand you, and your work. They're such losers, don't you find ? Or maybe you don't ?!! Well fuck you, man, if you think they're ok ! )
Work ! Ha ! I should be getting on with some of my own I suppose ( & if it all turns out, I'll be even more famous than you, man, and I won't, what's more, disappointingly get married - what's next Grant, a child ? ) but I'm feeling a tad 'between beers' now, so I thought I'd drop you a line.
How's it going ?!
Like yourself ( at least before you got involved in that whole 'Samson & Delilah' thing, you know the one I mean, I don't think I'd ever do that, they just steal all your powers away, man, and laugh while they're doing it, ) I'm a creative and intelligent individual. The only difference between you and me is to do with tawdry stuff like so-called public approval, or in fact anyone else being supposedly 'interested,' but as I think we both know, John Q Public is a zombie, a zombie who eats chips.
Thinking about it, actually, the fact that I've yet to find an audience for my ideas is probably, no in fact, definitely, a sign that I'm onto something important.
They don't like to hear it though do they, the truth.
You sell, what, Grant, about 30,000 copies a month routinely of what is, on the face of it, basically Man-solicited material. You may think you're being counter-culture subversive, but the first word in in 'Sell-out' is 'Sell.' And the second one is 'Out.'
I think you know what I'm saying.
I'm just basically very angy, Grant, though hoisted in some ways on my own petard - I'm very sorry about that cat and everything ( although let's face it, if the bloody thing was all that all that intelligence-wise it wouldn't have drunk that stuff in the first place, you should get yourself a dog, dude, at least you know where you are with those, ) but still, I've sent you a lot of e-mails recently - why haven't you returned them ?
Your #1 fan,
~A#
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