Letter to Julia 201109022

Hi there, my beautiful, beloved Julia! Oh, you are so gorgeous, aren't you? You are all I could ever want in a girl, and you are my girl. I pray you are taking good care of your precious body, and that you are maintaining your prayers. People usually think that it's nice to have many admirers, but we know better, don't we? Sure, everybody needs some attention to some degree, but people in our line of work seem to get too much unwanted attention. And it's not just gross old men(!) and women Julia, even the young can be too spotty or too greasy for any one to want to hang out with. Please forgive me, I speak of only wanting Julia to spend quality time alone with, and being married to. Beauty can be a burden, huh?

Yeah I'm old, but it may be hard to believe that I am younger than some other people. Still, I'm too old, and have been in the rock and roll business for too long, to have perma-libido, but I am younger than some other people, and poor enough to be a slave. Thus, the desire of others to get me involved in their affairs, without paying me, keeps my hands tainted in mud. Sigh! Sorry people, I want Julia, and I have my own agenda and inspiration to adhere to: I must please Allah with music. And I don't even have a body to match the voices Allah gave me (come to think of it, neither did Janis, Karen nor Billie). If Allah allows me heaven in the next life, then expect me to ask for a super hot bod and a pretty face, Julia. And greater virility too, so don't be shocked. In this life, I'm going to have to do drugs in order to match your sex drive. Sigh again. But please be patient, and save your lust for our marriage! I don't mind OD-ing for you. Sex, Viagra, and Rock and Roll!

Ahem. I don't think I'm pretty. You're pretty, not me. People should be looking at you, not me. I don't socialize, nor do I seek the public eye, nor do I desire to do anything of that sort. I was like this in the past too. I'm a recluse, I just want to be with my Julia. **sniffle** I caught a cold again. I couldn't do voice training yesterday. I can't sing when I'm stuffed up. I really need a full time personal physician, who is an expert at treating sinus allergies. But what to do? Once a prisoner, still a prisoner... a prisoner in a tower.