b̴̡͕̍̓̀̀̈́r̴͔̜̳͓̀̑͜ò̵̢̡̫͔̇á̵̡͉͔̩̮d̷͖̙͔̒̓ͅc̵͕̯͕͂̂͗̒ã̵̢̧̛̼͙s̵͚̠̼̍́̂͝t̴̜̳̳̝̹͐͊̿ ̸̼̐͌̄͠

do you know how hard it is to blow up a pool floatie with no lungs?

do you?? we had snacks. we had popsicles. we had biodegradable glitter. and in return? my brother—MY BROTHER—got jumped.

stabbed! 
shanked! 
skewered like some overripe kebab with abs! 

and what did we do? we made the party fun. we brought the vibes. we were READY TO HUG. 

and what did YOU bring?

blades. blood. and bad manners.

but sure. tell me again who the monsters are. go on. i’ll wait.

[insert angry static here]  go on. i’ll wait.

okay done. 

Now if you'll all please indulge me for a moment, this is a message for Noe.

i whisper your name into the shower drain.

i draw your face in the condensation of bus windows and public aquarium glass.

i eat popsicles and cry.

you are missed. you are misted. you are the hole in the middle of my donut.

COME BAAAACK.

okay done. MOVING ON!

we’re throwing another event—yes, another, because unlike SOME PEOPLE, we believe in community. so! bring your best thing to DROP, and meet me at the Last Step!

SEE YOU SOON.

and remember, i can’t WAIT until you’re all part of the Family.