In my failed attempt to cancel "The Alex Show" last week, I sadly realized it is not my place to cut this show, but the producers. They write the scripts, They hire the actors, They call the shots. The only way I could take matters into my own hands is by cutting myself off from Them - but how can I do this when They can track me wherever I go? These ears are merely microphones for the world to hear the world through me. These eyes are solely used as videocameras for any viewer to visualize life from my point of view. I cannot even imagine what my mind is to Them - hopefully nothing more than a thought inferred or a voice unheard - and I can only pray that my soul not be as wholly as my eyes seem solely, or as merest a joy as the dearest of noises transferred.
To get back to the point, I did come to one final conclusion... and it is just that: one final conclusion. If I were to conclude my own existence, then "The Alex Show" would cease to continue (or at least its ratings would plummet). It would not be like Final Fantasy where it has 87 bagillion sequels. After all, you cannot have the "final" of anything twice, let alone thirteen times. That negates the whole purpose of it being final! You need not worry, though. There are always spin-offs, and if you learned anything from the concept film you should know that there is always something else to watch on television.
Regardless of the incessant alterations They force into my life for Their (and your own) selfish entertainment/fulfillment, I do not think I could ever commit to such a statement. If the only way to get back at someone is to hurt yourself, then no one wins. Besides, the role of a rotting corpse is not for me. I smell far too delicious for that. In conclusion (but not in my conclusion), "The Alex Show" will not be taken off the air on my account. You're fuckin' welcome.
to (irritably) be continued...
- Alexander McCurdy
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