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May 17, 2020 18:22

Open letter to Robert Smith:

Love you, love you, love you and thank you for so much. For practically everything. For being my inspiration and strength, my truth, my blanket-fort, my reason to believe that wishes can come true. For your incredible art - and countless memories both caused by and attached to same. For oftentimes, the only joy to be had.

I got a call from my nursing director about three hours ago - stating that a resident that I worked closely with (just changing his brief was a wrestling match) went out to the ER, this morning, and has tested positive for COVID.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE get the new album finished and out.

Running out of time, here, and it's one of the only things that's keeping me going - the hope for this new magic - and just incredible to me that it's inspired by the Apollo program and moon landings. It's liEk it's tailor-made. I don't want to die before I get to hear it.

Please. That is all.

fer fuckssake, workjunk, the cure

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