I turned comments off. I had to do it. I couldn't stand being poked and prodded by comment spammers anymore. Even though they can't post here till I "approve" them it takes valuable time I could be spending sleeping or writing or drawing or singing or beating up Republicans to delete their petty comments. So you can blame them, if you need someone to blame, and if you need to get in touch with me, and you're clever you can probably find a way to do so on this very site!
That when I say
"I miss you"
what I really mean is
"It feels like someone reached inside
and took out something vital.
Not like a heart, or a brain, or a liver.
But maybe one kidney or a lung or
a spleen or something I
don't necessarily need but
it sure is hard to learn to live without."
But since you don't realize it,
I probably shouldn't tell you.