To Wellington

Stop giving me advice, James and Cass. Simply stop.

I do not want it. Talent Army: legally accept that I have refused to produce a Weeded Out film. There is nothing you can do. I'm legally able to refuse. -

No. I don't want to do The Perfumed Garden with Red Scare. I want it to sound right, and that requires improvising musicians. James and Cass must agree not to pursue my projects. Their bs enabled identity theft.

And if people want my opera, they might really have to eat some humble pie about the rumours regarding my sexuality and whether I was only trans for shock value. That stigma about being a retard had far-reaching implications. IQ 129 on an online test that I took recently. I'm pretty smart, but I'm also very weird. I refuse to eat any humble pie about any rumours. Stoner paranoias are common, and part of the authenticity is that AMPP isn't some hagiography of being a weed smoker. -

Tory has to accept that her lack of fortitude created a grey area and enabled all these pricks to spam me.

I have mental capacity to make my own decisions: I have chosen to refuse their offers.

To lift my boycott, they have to legally agree that they won't pursue my IP.

And, yes, they might find that I'm simply incapable of forgiving them.

I'm fully able to make my own decisions. Discharged from the mental health team. Labelled as not a threat by FTAC.

They have to let this die. Got plenty of other ideas, and I'm really not the ideal person to be like the well-known musicals composer cos I detest a lot of modern stuff!