Sew It’s Just So Sad

Here we are again. I think it’s nearly five years. I remember at the time going over similar things that had happened three or four years ago that couldn’t be let go.

I would have thought that with all the success of the business that this would no longer be necessary. That trimph would reveal itself in the money that is being raked in by new and unsuspecting sewsists, or perhaps the die hard of originals that still don’t see what is really happening in front of their eyes for their own reasons.

Regardless, fat ass will be happy to know that life has not been kind to me over these years and I am barely hanging on.

When I am no longer here, my words will remain. The truth will remain. My dying breath will not be filled with hatred like fat ass.

There is nothing to gain here except, what I would bet to be, another excuse so as not to produce a product that has already been paid for.

I feel for the next in the line of fire right now and I am unable to help except to provide all the evidence that it still in its place and a secret stash I have of all of my recordings from the very first meeting, because somewhere in my gut, I thought I should just in case.

If I don’t get to bring these to the public, there are instructions to do so if I am not here.

Fuck you very much fat ass and move the fuck on already you fat cunt.