DPC: You are hurting my business
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Dear
SomboSteel , I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my patreon address, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the patreon messaging or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses, too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My wife's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Steel
I read about
Warscared too, I'm sorry
I had a friend get banned over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with
AchedCroissant
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with
Casmyr too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is DPC.
Dear
SomboSteel, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your patreon subscription
You didn't have to, but you could've ordered a special render
I'm like your little brother, man, I'm only forty-six years old
I waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man, you're like my fuckin' idol
My wife wants me to be just like you, man, she likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied to
Remember when we met on Patreon, you said if I'd write you you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my fans neither
They used to always leak my previews and comment on them together
I can relate to what you're saying in your posts
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and read 'em on
'Cause I don't really got shit else, so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it
My wife's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Sombo, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up, you gotta call me, man
I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, DPC
P.S. we should be together too
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write DPC
This will be the last message I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you leaked my last two renders, I put a secret watermark on 'em perfect
So this is my message I'm sending you, I hope you read it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Hey Sombo, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have saved that other guy from drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you could a rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I love you Sombo, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See Sombo, shut up bitch! I'm tryin' to talk!
Hey Sombo, that's my wife screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't give her special renders, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
'Cause if she sees them she'll be tempted more, and then she'll leak them too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?