Every hour, like clockwork, another message would arrive,
the grammar horrible and with no seeming logic or reason involved, nor any real
connection to the items he had posted.
‘Your work horrible and you should kill you’re mother.’
‘This crap is crappy, I hate this shit.’
‘WTF your work sucks and you should die in a fire because
your terrible!!!!’
He forced himself to read all of them, not ignoring a single
one.
Eventually he managed to stop caring, and which point he
deleted the automated program that he had set up and then began to share his
work online.
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