Thank you. It sucks. You were probably on cast at similar times, and... well, at least she can't hurt me again if I keep that door locked!

The main cover is made from abstract figure studies I did in college which were damaged by a basement flood and mid-century psychiatric materials given to be by a friend from his mom's former business. This is layered, textured human art. Every fragment of it tells a story.

Album is on the Fy of Spot’s, the Prime of the digital rainforest, the Tube of You, the Camp of Bands — this one means everything to me. I hope it impacts you positively. Love you, and can’t wait for you to hear it!

A special thanks to @catblackard.bsky.social for amazing artwork that you truly haven’t begun to REALLY see, and also to RNotte for making some amazing music videos for the record.

A friend I met in 2004 in the Rich Weirdoes dropped me over my illness and that I can't do things today too, even went and posted that it didn't bother them to cut me out. It sucks.

Literally pivoted from "I wouldn't care if you were in an iron lung" to blocking me and posting that they don't care that they dropped me?

I literally couldn't matter less and I'm sick of it

I get to go sob through my listening party now. They were so heartless on this

Really upset still, days later, but?

Here's something I left out: I deeply appreciate the people who reach out to just show that you remember I exist. You have NO idea what that has meant to me. The folks trying to get me to go out and do things are just being so unrealistic that I'm flabbergasted.