Sure, I can understand how some of you would be too shy to join as followers of the blog, despite the fact that the tentative praise I can infer is the only thing keeping me alive.
And, yes, it would be beyond pointless to think I could make money with my random nonsensical droppings, either on the off-chance someone were to read this organ and say "Hey! This guy's like Lester Bangs and Moss Hart had a baby!" and hire me to write pithy product descriptions, or by simply monetizing.
So, what can YOU do to banish these midnight thoughts that hover around the periphery of my conscience?
WELL, you can contact all your friends and break into your parents' houses and cut parking meter heads off all Cool Hand Luke-style, pool your ill-gotten fundage, and get me this little handwritten leather book wherein Neil Tennant has written lyrics to "It's a Sin," "Being Boring" and "Your Funny Uncle" [sigh!]. It's being auctioned for the Teenage Cancer Trust (probably my next band name), which, as we know, is the cause that got Suede back together.
The best part is, I don't really even WANT it, all that much.
I just think it's time you all showed your devotion.
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