or jump in pool

A letter to Brendon Urie.

Dear Brendon,

I’m sorry that you had to see how ‘fans’ offended your beloved wife. She’s a beautiful woman whom I truly admire and respect, you guys are the perfect match.

I’m sorry that you always get asked about your previous band members, there’s nothing wrong with that but, the problem is the way people ask about them, by saying incoherent or offensive questions.

I’m sorry that you had to give up your home, it was your dream house that you even gave us a tour and described to us how you fell in love with it, you showed us your awesome piano, how you jump from the roof to the pool and your awesome studio, i’m so sorry.

I’m sorry that you have to deal with harassment, NO ONE deserves to be treated like that, unfortunately, when you are such a talented musician, you can’t escape from it. I know you love your fans, and we love you, but there’s always a limit, and if you truly admire someone, just like us fans admire you, we are supposed to respect you and your family.

I’m sorry for every single thing you had to gave up, for every single thing that ‘fans’ said to offend you, i’m sorry for everything Brendon, I hope you don’t give up on us, the real fans who do respect you.

You’re my hero, sincerely,
a true fan.

Rocknaldo Theory

So I started thinking about what Ronaldo’s pamphlet said about Rock People putting mind-controlling minerals in the water…

And The Zoo just so happened to be on CN…

And there’s a pool in the zoo.

That Greg jumped in.

And Greg wanted to follow the little voice’s schedule…

“Wouldn’t YOU like to clean off in the pool?”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.