Scathing Letters

To: Thomas | From: Santos

Well, well, well……thomas,

as they say…..

you can’t keep the truth of a man out of the man!

your last email to me, last night telling me to ‘……stop asking me to

help your homeless little ass….’

proves, beyond what i even expected…..even from you; that you are a

self-righteous, scum bag, who only really is moved to serve, when it is you

serving your dirty disgusting crazed

sickning cum-seed all over the smelly musky ass-crack of some woman with a

cock or a dude with tits…..your under-sized and under-pussied,

bald-boy-cock…….

stained with the shit of one of your freshly hunted, ass-fingered and

sucked, yes…..

fingered and fucked by you, and then, so adored and fawned over by you

crouching and grunting like a man willing to risk death of his cock and his

soul and the death of any love so that he might oooooooh, continure his

ADDICTION to touch that man-meat in women’s panties……

-and he even feels like a woman….from behind……

right danny?

yeah, that’s it……you know it.

and then how quickly,

i bet, that some hated seeps from your limp soul,

and you have your boy-toy w/ titties, dumped with several of the bigger

american dollar bills and your scummy seed spilling down the hairy thighs

you wish she had remembered to shave.

and then how you hurry and make a turn, sharply in the darkness. turn your

head ever so slightly to help get you and yourself around that dark dirty

corner and out of the light, that much quicker……..and then, yeah,

here……quick, another turn. fuck….a light! ……here, or perhaps,

another block, then a there…..perhaps,

somewhere just off of santa monica blvd……say, around las palmas……

funny how you don’t hide your face when you are trying to see if may

recognize them, before they ever could possibly recognize you……that

moment before you see who it is that you are creeping up on with your half

hard on……..must be such confusion for you dear man. horror, of which i

can not fathom, nor, i know will ever know such addiction of such hate and

unfulfillment of something that you start out with revenge, obtain though

addiction and finish in hate. most sadly; self hate.

and, you know, maybe……..just maybe, if you opened your near souless

self…..you will see that what i am, who i am is nothing more…….than:

MUCH MORE THAN YOU.

for, i am not ashamed to be me……

for i am me for me.

you can’t even be a friend to yourself….much less to me.

so, why am i suprised and even let down or kept feeling down about myself

and my situation, after reading your tactless, thankless, unreal letter of

selfishness and soulessness.

so, if i weren’t a drug addict or hadn’t been such a horrific addict in the

past, then…….

1- you wouldn’t even be close to making a movie with your name on it.

still. this very project required me to BE a drug addict once upon a

time….fuck face. this is what i call you sayin’ ‘…..drug

addict……blablablabbla………’

while YOU DINKY, sinlently, fuck a boy’s asshole talk talk talk.

IS THE WAY YOU act towards me so bitterly, because i don’t let you fondle my

large, thick cock, danny?

and, is also, the way in which you bitch-lie-dickweedtalk;

is that what you could call. ‘biting the hand that feeds you’?

is it sir dinky-cuntman?

……rather, sissy-cunt-bitchy-boy.

2- which would mean that anything ELSE you are working on, as far as a real

movie goes; would even be that much more distant. since, you couldn’t drop

names like aukerland and rourke and de los santos. yes, de los

santos…..names, that will undoubtedley help you immensley make ANY movie

you may make in the future.

look. fine, don’t help me even think of anything. don’t offer to help me

perhaps stay where you stay when you are in town. even JUST UNTIL THE

21ST…when, at which time, i’ll have my own place ’till the 7th to sublet

in the hills.

but at the least DON’T GIVE ME SHIT ABOUT ME AND MY LIFE. I’M HAVING A HARD

TIME RIGHT NOW……NOT BECAUSE OF MY ADDICTION FUCKER…..but, BECAUSE

actually, for once, i was really working hard TRYING TO GET YOU AND OTHERS

LIKE YOU MONEY $25G REMEMBER asswiping fucksuck……?!?!?

you’re welcome you cuntbleed. but, i suppose since we didn’t close that

deal, (which by the way, was entirely, from the START talked about,

organized meetings planned and prepared for in advanced, pitched,

communicated about within my company MIG, and you and your

company…..correctly! openly. righteosly. for real. 25g i tried to get

for you. all i got from you about anything remotely close was:

1- you pitching and showing letters/proposals/budgets about a project about

me!!!!! -to the main dude without EVEN SHOWING IT TO ME! are you a fuck

face? and anyway, it was only for a measly fucking 3g for me for an entire

month of opening my life and soul and art up to cameras. and sure….a drug

addict on any documentary that your name on would be cool. but, not if you

can get paid too; up front just like me. yeah, and as soon as you can’t

get paid…..(you don’t really give a fuck about me or my financial plight,

trying to get ME money….) you and your any camera you may have to actually

GET it going; are suddenly, secretively……GONE (?)

but you know, ‘…..i should just ignore you…..’

and, for what i have learned about you,

is………

that, THAT…….is presicely what you most certainly want.

-to be left alone to your sesspool of spunk and shit on your prick and

mean-spiritedness in your heart….unless, there is sin or money of sin, of

envy…..COVETING MY VERY SOUL AND LIFE MAKING THE ART OF LIFE ART; yours.

or, at least, partly yours by getting your name on it……

may i have the gifts and blessings of which the gods and goddess have

bestowed me, taken…..

if i ever, in any way, forget that such a person……

one person named

so by himself, to be called:

danny thomas……..

is NOT my friend.

and, if he is indeed what a friend is to another……

-friends, i need not.

-friends, then i, want not.

danny-

you poor, poor man.

how you………

you danny,

you are the one that needs help

and, certainly,

a friend.

however, it is i that will forgive and you that will

only deny and avoid yourself and my figures of you

for the only way you know to deal with yourself,

is by avoiding me and the few that resemble me.

seeing so clearly, that it is all about mr. me me me me.

…..’cept when it really is about you you you you.

and, how quickly you

don’t like

you.

i am-

Addicted.

but NOT………a dick.

i am-

in survival.

but NOT, in denial.

i am-

hetrosexual and occasionally high……

NOT, homosexual and hiding, acting like high-almighty,

telling it like it is, and telling it like it’s been seen through

your very eyes,

and…….of which has been

clearly seen

within the sight of one which is of the………

-Will De Los Santos