Dearest Scarlet Raven,
Thank you for the concern at twitter today. I was in a bit of distress when I tweeted the word fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. That tweeted, and then came Hemingway, Hunter, and Williams and how once something I could not understand at all, I now grew to understand a bit more. If a guy is still pissin' and whinin' (or typing fuck 35 times) he's prolly still OK. I was OK, I wasn't going out like that. I was a lot more OK tho because you took the time and showed the kindness to ask, "Are you OK" - I knew someone was listening. (Manned up, I wasn't alone to wallow in self pity, and I still loved the universe, and apparently it still loved me a little too.)
Thank you for the concern at twitter today. I was in a bit of distress when I tweeted the word fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. That tweeted, and then came Hemingway, Hunter, and Williams and how once something I could not understand at all, I now grew to understand a bit more. If a guy is still pissin' and whinin' (or typing fuck 35 times) he's prolly still OK. I was OK, I wasn't going out like that. I was a lot more OK tho because you took the time and showed the kindness to ask, "Are you OK" - I knew someone was listening. (Manned up, I wasn't alone to wallow in self pity, and I still loved the universe, and apparently it still loved me a little too.)