Dear John,
The humiliation never ends. I am a weeping spec of the man I once was. A shadow; humiliated by you. Not only did I buy all of your albums. I bought every MP3, Vinyl record and cassette tape you ever made. I gently unwrapped and kissed each one. A tribute to an icon. BTW mister, cassette tapes are not easy to come by you know. I only found them by driving America's highways and stopping at promising truck stops and gas stations. It was not easy. Once, upon finding the cassette of your second album 'Heavier Things' at Johnnies Stop & Go I was molested by a trucker named Gus and his pet monkey Foster. I now know what is meant by the horrid term "Pulling the train" and it sickens me to this day.
What brings me to post here is your sick, demented infatuation with Katy Perry. She's all that got me through my time at the mental hospital. I would kiss her picture at night and ask her to protect me from the nightares. Those horrible nightmares. It seems now you've decided to ruin even that. Apparently even angels can't avoid two-bit wannabe MPC afficionados from sticking their disease-ridden cocks in them.
I hope you burn in hell. You were my idol. I waited for weeks for you to respond to this thread. You never did. I hate I hate you. I hate you! STAY AWAY FROM KATY MY ANGEL YOU MONSTER. STAY AWAY OR YOU'LL BURN IN HELL ALONG WITH GUS AND FOSTER!!!!
Sometimes I still laugh out loud about the beat kangz and that time some English dude hacked the Akai marketing website and stole a bunch of pictures of the Ren before it was released.