i want to be a star step out of a limo and have the paprazzi snap my photo make tons of money and have lots of gay honeys lose more numbers and criticize for my ego and have my own private beach so they can't see me in a speedo, develop bad habits and treat people like shit even when ive had bad luck and havent had a hit make bad movies and have lots of worse relationships and leave for paris when the truth comes out hire inept security and watch as they fuck up then call the police and watch them suck up oh, say can you see, they can extort money from me proudly being a single mom, while away from the camera she has a whole family no truth to the truth about me that the lovers ive had make three and the feuds i have with the other actors, when the studio hires me those are their factors a stalker running tabs on me, for his own mirth writing me a letter saying its his child he wants me to give birth to. never minding im a guy crazed fans crushing me in their embrace after autographs i try to get away and lose a footrace to my car, where more fans waiting then there are its all about the money and the gay honey and im fuckee-fuckeed, yet ill go far youre right, baby i wanna be a fucked-up superstar. hire dogs that arent exactly irish setters and on my weddimg day put FUCK YOU in big gold letters.
Reason for writing:
think about it. does anyone ever think this will happen to them?? stardom or otherwise???
Birth sign: Aries
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