Andréa, Canis Lanonbinary

Do it. There's an ask box. Or don't do it there. Reply. Comment. Subchost. Speak words to me into the ether. Submit yourself to the godforsaken plains and valleys of ohio, wandering lost and dazed until you come upon me ordering a chicken parmesan at smith's deli. Find my discord. My twitter. My various abandoned deviantarts. Telegram me. Chat program or an actual telegram, doesn't matter. Speak words into the cracked stone wall down the street. Text my phone. Call me. Email me. Mail me a letter. Encode your question in a death threat. Send a page (phone). Send a page (medieval). Send a page (write something in the dark place). Send a page (ripped from magazine). Speak backwards. Scream at the sky. Whisper to the ground. Sob at the wind. Ask a passerby to pass a message on. Look inside yourself and think a question. Post. Always post. Chost. Tweet. Reblog. Time travel and leave a message on my greatestjournal. Subscribe to my youtube and leave a comment. Blackmail me. Drop a q in the work slack. More of a comment than a question me. Ask me anything, except that one thing. You know.