COLD

We’ve run out of money to buy certain things. Like OIL. To relight the “hotbox” ake Rayburn.

No logs. No coal. No oil.

My home is COLD. I’m sat here at the kitchen table with a hot water bottle on my lap. TRUE TRUTH!

And I’m dealing with the COLDEST of COLD people that it has ever been my MISFORTUNE to deal with.

COLD-hearted. Emotionally-COLD. Spiritually-COLD. Truthfully-COLD. Morally-COLD. Mentally-COLD.

FREAKING FROZEN in an ICE AGE of their own making.

Thank y’all so very much for being the ones who destroyed my Patreon Acount. My work. My ability to earn a single penny with which to buy much needed warmth.

Thank y’all so very much for being so obsessed with WINNING a competition that only y’all imagined and directed and controlled.

Thanks.

HELL, for me, IS COLD!

Nice One. Well Done. Y’all win :o)