I don't care about you. Never have, never will. Your deluded self thinks that there’s a part of Me that *might* care, that there's a small part of Me that wonders about the person behind the credit card ... well, let Me break it down for you in easy to digest chunks.

You’re wrong. I DO NOT care about you. Simple.

Some of the more high and mighty amongst you think I should feel obligated to talk to you when you tip, tribute, or even buy content ... think again. You do all that so you might, for an instant, cross My mind as more than a fleeting thought, but even when you do ...

I don't care about you. Never have, never will. Your deluded self thinks that there’s a part of Me that *might* care, that there's a small part of Me that wonders about the person behind the credit card ... well, let Me break it down for you in easy to digest chunks.

You’re wrong. I DO NOT care about you. Simple.

Some of the more high and mighty amongst you think I should feel obligated to talk to you when you tip, tribute, or even buy content ... think again. You do all that so you might, for an instant, cross My mind as more than a fleeting thought, but even when you do you're gone in an instant.

You pay for My attention, and you will always need to pay, and continue paying. It's really that simple.

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