[ WP ] You have the most obsessive fan base on this planet . On a whim , you decide to anonymously write a negative review of your own work just to see how your fans would react . You did n't know your fans would take it so far ...

Is n't humanity strange? Is n't it just the greatest thing to grace the Earth? Is n't it the worse. 
 
 
 I have shaved my head. The griefs still ails me. I feel as though my world is collapsing, one corridor at a time. It is n't collapsing fast enough. It has collapsed much too fast. 
 
 
 You know who I am. If you think you do n't, think about it. Who's the first person in your mind? Yes. That's me. I am Big Daddy Son. I am the Great Artist of the Modern Renaissance. I am the one to create the immortal works that you love so much. Yes. It is me. It really is. I want you to know that you have killed my wife. 
 
 
 The world just slows, like for a drive by on your heart. How could I have ever known how humanity would react? How could I have ever guessed. 
 
 
 I was bored. When you have it all in the world you have nothing. I was bored in my existence. I underestimated you. I underestimated humanity. 
 
 
 It was dumb. In the annals of history it would not be worth even a footnote. But she was my life. She was my muse. She was my everything. Not a day goes by that I do not cry. Not a moment passes where I do not wish I was dead. I hope you are happy. I hope you are pleased. 
 
 
 What was the crime? You know it. It was on the news. When you become bigger than the Beatles, the slightest fart becomes a developing story. When you become Big Daddy Son, every related thread that affects your life becomes scrutinized. You know what it was. You probably have read it. 
 
 
 My wife had written a scathing review. A review that had not called me the second coming of Christ. I know. Blasphemy. But that was not my wife. I have lived as a God. I have hardly been a man. I grew bored and I made a mistake. How could I have guessed how it would have turned out? How could I think so poorly of man? 
 
 
 But you know what happened. I'm sure you do. My wife was killed. The love of my life is gone. You gunned her down. Worse than Chapman, five bullets to end a life. And it ended two. Since that bang I have n't lived. Since she fell I have n't stood. The world passes. It spins and moves forward. It expects so much from me. It wants new music. It demands its culture. 
 
 
 I cry these days for time has not made it easier. I lie down for I have not the energy to move. What creativity you expect has evaporated like water in the sun. My muse is dead. My life is gone. I hope you are happy. I hope you suffer as me. May God love you as you have loved me.
