Srry. (Patreon)

(You ever wonder what people thought of you before? A while ago? Gritty. Welp! This above pic is just a stupid thing, from waaaaay back in the day, before anybody cared what a Heather was!)

Hey. (Still italics!?! Wait, no? Ah, cool, nevermind.)

3x Octothorpe (That's what they used to be called, before they were hashtags, and heck, before they were poundsigns — don't ever fool yourself into thinking technology doesn't evolve!)

[Shoudl that last one have been brackets?]

{Should that Shoudl been spelled Should?}

[Wait... I'm a classically trained dickshit... How are those curvy stupid brackets even used?!!? It's all a simulation!]

{ ;-) }

Life has always got to be fun.

I do, in fact, love you all. In fact, this is a crazy little shout to the folks who have been subscribers since month No. 1. You know who you are. 

I see you. And it brings me to fucking tears that you've been with me all this time, and I don't know who you are. Moth one! A name, with a list of moths that you've stuck around?! Heck. I love you. Every moth. Moth! You are the fellas who have still stuck around, typos and all, even though I spell it "moth!" I mean, if you can get through that graf...

You've been a boon in a stupid life, and I can''t even start to say how much. So! This one, one of the first I posted, and that was taken down because of the blahblah IG stuff........ One of the first pics, when it was too fanciful. And then......[Ed Note. A Million More Dots]......... I made this little chunk'a text for you.)

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I just wanted a hug.

Hope you're home safe.

Night. 

Thanks. 

[OK]

Don't you think this is kinda eff'd up? That we just take the chance on figuring out that certain phrases have meanings? 

We've been there. I've been there. 

I just wanted a hug. But, you don't get a free pass, not this time. Panic doesn't mean that you get that.

Sad, in a way. 

Perfect Little Rooms.

Great Classics, Stripped Away. 

Getting All The Things Bcka? No more caps, and no more propper spellinggs.

We can't get back all the things that we lost. And... We can't give that bcka to ourselves. 

Srry.

But! The difference falls to the rest of us. That's where the hate comes in. The discomfort. the Strain, with a capital ess. MiSSplaced, (with two of them), but............always the everywhere.

Be happy with that, won't you? It won't serve you well. But, it might be all you're willing to accept at this time. So... Be happy with it. 

We deserved this. We did. We earned it. And, we made it ours. We turned it into strange matters. Because nobody likes loneliness.

 I was curing mine. No worries that a fly fell into the ointment. 

{I love you. Take all the time you need.}

Means the same thing as...

{Don't Think Twice. It's Alright.}

...or the same thing as what comes after the fancy brackets.