Oh yes, and please make sure you maintain your prayers! It's important that you maintain your prayers, and it makes you stand out from all the other stars out there.
I'm really not much of a talkative person, Julia. I gab away to you in these letters because you're my Julia, and I want to marry you, and I can't neglect you because you're important to me. A few sweet words! My beauty, these love letters are as close to an autobiography the public is going to get, other than the music. Then, when you're at my side, I plan to whisper in your ear (and stop publishing open letters) of my love and appreciation of your friendship. Otherwise, I will be silently sorting out the files in my head, and arranging and rearranging what I have learned from Allah to make some music, while I trim the grass and rake up the leaves in the garden. Please know that I'm no angel, just a musician who was once a wild youngster. Oh dear Julia, it's far from over... are you ready to be the wife of this lowly rockstar?
Ahem! As I was collecting kindle for the bonfire, I came across a full page ad for Chanel in a local newspaper, with the face of some unknown blonde. Trying to tempt me? It didn't work! I want my Julia! Then, I found another full facial shot, this one of Lady Gaga, for some unknown cosmetics company. She didn't try to look her usual unsexy self, she seemed to sport a more demure look. Nah, still unsexy. Why do they advertise in a secondary Malaysian rag which people use to wrap salted fish in anyhow? Don't they have expensive French rags to declare their chic in? Drat! The trash didn't burn, only the newspapers did. It rained last night, so I guess the leaves were wet. I'll have to try again tomorrow.
Friday, July 22, 2011
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