Dear World, a letter from RSBF

Dear World,

I have enjoyed our time together very much. You have been a good friend, tirelessly constructing a barely-stitched-together reality so that I might comment on it and tear it up to shreds. World, I know I have been harsh and even critical at times, for that I am sorry. It is my nature as an easy form of publication that I might be the medium for rants, raves, and other such forms of griperance. Unfortunately I can't be anything other than what I am. And I am Random Sketchy Brain Fart. An online journal dedicated to...freedom of speech, sniff, and all that which is good and true about complaining.

But now world I must ask YOU a question. Why have I been forsaken? Who forsaked me, and how long is this process of forsooking must go on before I strangle and wheez out my last spunky breath onto and plate glass window. And fall splatt down onto the concrete my bleeding face making a dull thud as it rams into broken stop sign.

Optimistically yours
rsbf

(channelled by rk)