after leading mr. deez to believe he was a serious final candidate for a florida american idol type talent search, he called my "press secretary" who happens to work at jenny craig in florida. my followup conversation ensued:
me (6:13:20 PM): hi, mark are you still there?
MarkDeez33 (6:13:25 PM): yeah
me (6:13:51 PM): ok, i just got back onto your myspace
me (6:13:57 PM): are those songs all yours?
MarkDeez33 (6:14:06 PM): what do you mean are they mine?
me (6:14:18 PM): you are the artist, correct?
MarkDeez33 (6:14:22 PM): yeah
MarkDeez33 (6:14:27 PM): i'm on all of those tracks
me (6:14:28 PM): i just want to be sure we have the right person
me (6:14:32 PM): did you produce too?
MarkDeez33 (6:14:35 PM): nah
MarkDeez33 (6:14:39 PM): i am strictly a lyricist
MarkDeez33 (6:14:44 PM): i have a producer - dj berti
MarkDeez33 (6:14:49 PM): he produced "it doesn't matter"
me (6:14:49 PM): ok, hmm well that may make some changes
MarkDeez33 (6:15:02 PM): changes?
me (6:15:12 PM): unfortunately yes. allow me to explain.
me (6:17:11 PM): you see, the production is good. we thought that in this contect for special people with special talents this producer may compete well. not many down syndrome producers are available for our contest. as it pertains to your raps, well, they are rubbish. we don't want you. we dislike your music. it is undesirable. despite your hyperactive thyroid gland, you are not disabled - you are simply a fat ass. we hope your cholesterol blocks your arteries to your brain and you die on the spot.
me (6:17:17 PM): sorry for the confusion. good day.
MarkDeez33 (6:17:21 PM): shut the fuck up coward
MarkDeez33 (6:17:26 PM): i knew this was bullshit from the get go
MarkDeez33 (6:17:38 PM): fuck off faggot
“MarkDeez33” signed off at 6:17:39 PM.
one can just imagine the smile disappearing from his face as the reality unfolded...