_{@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself is still on vacation.}

This is not a post.

^{That's Not A Wave}

These are not words.

^{I'm not here.}

If you are reading these words, it's because you're dreaming. I'd suggest you wake up, but I'm not here to be able to make suggestions.

If I was here, I'd probably just want to say thank you to all those who wrote in and left some kind words on my previous post about not being here. I didn't read any of that until a few minutes ago. It all made me feel warm and fuzzy inside instead of cold and prickly.

Unfortunately, I'm not here, I'm in a different place. If you are able to read these words that aren't here, it's only because you have an uncanny ability to decipher messages from beyond.

I shit you not. You're picking up unworldly frequencies. Your ears probably make good antennas, or something. You shouldn't be able to read or see this but since you can, that means you're special. And not like, good job pat you on the head little Jimmy learned to tie his shoes, special. Real special. More special than an entire box of Special K.

Especially Special

^{That's you.}

Have a nice day.

Credits: _{All images seen here were produced digitally, by me. "I'm still not here, I've gone to Crazy. Be back soon-ish."}

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