another day. another actor found dead. drug overdose and the mourning begins. I did not know the man. I saw interviews and saw his movies. I thought he was an interesting actor. he made great choices in his work. he opened up his heart. he had a passion that few in this fucking phony industry have. all the fucking phony maggots now come out and give their usual “rip” posts and feel they are part of this man’s life. they feel they are part of some fucking phony bullshit club…and maybe they are. a club that is filled with lies. deception. phony smiles and phony hair. fake tits and fake handshakes. a club that no one would notice if it fucking disappeared but, for some reason, is filled with narcissistic assholes who feel the world would stop if they stopped. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
do not get me wrong. I feel sorry for this man. I feel sorry for his family…if he had a family. I feel sorry for all those he left behind. maybe it was a mistake that he had an overdose. I have been close many times myself. I have put myself in much worse situations and lucky enough for me I have escaped. but if I didn’t escape and I left behind my poor wife and daughter then I, too, would be an asshole. a fucking selfish asshole. I do not feel sorry for people who take their lives willingly. we all have choices in this world. many choices. we also have resources. many resources. there are people all over the world with much worse lives and much worse health and much less resources and much less support who do not decide to take their lives. IT IS A FUCKING DISGRACE THAT ALL THE FUCKING PHONY PEASANTS GIVE THEIR FAKE FUCKING EMPTY FUCKING CONDOLENCES…I say, “FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
now I will go back to my own struggle. my own life. filled with obstacles. filled with closed doors. filled with the daily struggles of being a parent. filled with daily struggles of being a real man in a phony world where fake people and fake youtube videos garner much more attention than real stories and real people.
we have completely lost our fucking way and we all can look in the mirror and laugh…or cry. your fucking choice. just as it is your fucking choice to watch shitty shows and shitty movies and read shitty books and eat shitty food. and “like” boring shitty posts. and follow shitty fucking rules.
once again, it is a sad time for Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s family and circle of friends but it makes me fucking puke listening to the outpour of fake fucking posts about someone you do not fucking know nor would ever fucking know.
so I say, “FUCK YOU!!!”
FAKE PEOPLE.
notanotherphony. 
spoken from the heart, I agree with much of what you said but empathy is our greatest gift as artists, we must rise above this sea of commercialism create from our own experience. I challenge and myself to do something with this feeling and create. I myself, am a proponent of saying a lot and not really filling the desire with the full integrity it needs to rise. Art is a function of taking what you love, hate, desire, obsess over and create. I'm here to do so, with you in anyway we see fit, FUCK the walls, FUCK the perceived view of what you can or have done, let's RISE, let's CREATE, and leave something worthy of people appreciating what we did while we were here.
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I agree brother. I know you are one of the real ones but, unfortunately (my fault), my fb is filled with phony people and phony posts. I need to go off but it actually fuels some of my writing. hope all is well brother.
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