I do apologize.

Why you'd come here -- I can't speak to that. But you're reading this, and we're connected in a pseudo-intimate way, here, for a moment, while you scan my little profile. Before I begin, I'd like to tell you that there's no decent excuse for continuing. There's almost nothing that could be a less valuable use of your time than allowing your eyes to continue tracing these words, line by line, word after word, hearing them spoken softly in a mother's voice. What a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' baby you are.

Experience will confirm that most things are a waste of time. "Promise" is the lie of purpose. So, by all means, continue reading. Keep letting me dictate what you hear and feel and see. This is a dilatory preface to nothing, but you won't be bothered by that. You hadn't a damned thing else to do. So allow my wink-nod intonation and punchy vocabulary to convince you that we've shared something, and perhaps we have. Fret thee not -- furrow not thy brow -- this wasted my time long before I squandered yours. Ah, yes, we're brothers now. But who notices?

ad stecore per aspera