To my enemies

Look, have you even heard of common decency and good manners? If I've never met you or never spoken to you, then I'm not your friend. If you're attempting to avoid an injunction, you're simply out of time. You can either back off or go to the High Court with me. - Going to New York doesn't make you my friend. It makes you a jealous enemy. Even in a city that you want to live in, they're talking about Amanda and Taylor. I'm cooler than you. That's obvious. I'm not that obsessed with being cool: it helps. - As for the front line investigation: it's on, and it's real. Sent them 7 mins of video of me wanking. I'm hoping to catch some remote access, but I'm warning you to let me compose. My allegation stands: Salina tampering with my scores was a factor in my overdose. Got sketches for a symphony on my music stand. VUW can't own it. I don't plan to leave Wellington, but I'll get my pieces done elsewhere until this ends. - Cass and James: you're the ones who look like creepy stalkers now. You're the ones sending me subscription emails without permission. You're the ones spreading bullshit about me. If people are boycotting you, it's a sign of frustration that you're still narcissists. I've never been diagnosed with NPD, BPD, ASD or erotomania: how about you? Did you spread untruths about my mental health? Probably. Has either of you ever talked to me one-on-one? No. Has either of you offered to help me write a piece? No. That's why I want to take you to court alongside Mr. Barr. - To the Wellington Council: let me win this war. I've got Peter Jackson keen to make an expensive movie. I've got James Cameron keen to fund part of another. That's a good start re: fixing the sewers. My Progressive allies are recalibrating after 2025. If you want us to spare you, then let me have my hui. Real apologies. No fakers. With cameras rolling. That's the only way to clear the air re: anti-third gender harassment. My enemies keep saying I've got to 'do it' [Weeded Out] as diversion. That's not true: zero charges, zero convictions. I'm investigating you, not vice-versa. Cops reckon that my brother might be dead. Diversion doesn't involve making movies. That's trivialising the nature of discretion. Personally, I think that manners mean more than wealth. Maybe my conservative enemies need to admit that they're bigots?