Shane Robertson

is creating Poetry

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Hi, I'm Shane and I want to study computer science.

Last year my father passed away unexpectedly from esophageal cancer.  This not only permanently emotionally damaged me, but left me without the fiscal means to return to college.

I plan on going back in the fall of 2019, and to do so, I need money.  

So, in exchange for your monetary support, I'm here to write poems, shout into the void, and have a good time!

I'm grateful for all the support I receive, sentimental or monetary!
Tiers
Stars
$1 or more per month
I like stars a lot, and for one dollar you can be one!  You'll get to see my shitty first drafts, read poems sent to users who subscribe to the constellation tier, and I'll probably cry if I get one person into this tier.  (Candid pictures upon request)
The Sun
$2 or more per month
Sustain my life and photosynthesize me.  Buy this and I'll light up like, well, a ray of sunshine, and I'll write you a haiku.  Every.  Single.  Month.
Prompts!
$3 or more per month only 5 left
For my poet friends who are looking for something to write about, I'll send you a unique, detailed prompt each month.  No repeat-sies!
Constellation
$5 or more per month
I like stars a lot, and for five dollars you can be a whole constellation.  You get star tier privileges as well as a poem written just for you once a month! (Or sent to a loved one)  *note, digital sending
Planets
$10 or more per month
Stars and constellations are cool, but what would they shine a light on, if not you?  Be a planet and you'll get two poems per month, handwritten and mailed straight to you (or someone you love)
Galaxy
$30 or more per month only 5 left
Everyone loves galaxy things.  So be one and get 30 (one page) poems a month.  Mailed to you once a month.
All the things
$50 or more per month only 2 left
I'll send you candid footage of me sobbing in gratitude, see my drafts, get a haiku, get 33 poems, and a unique writing prompt.  Every.  Frickin.  Month.
Goals
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I'll compile a playlist of songs that make me so happy I almost die.  I'll even share it with you.
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Hi, I'm Shane and I want to study computer science.

Last year my father passed away unexpectedly from esophageal cancer.  This not only permanently emotionally damaged me, but left me without the fiscal means to return to college.

I plan on going back in the fall of 2019, and to do so, I need money.  

So, in exchange for your monetary support, I'm here to write poems, shout into the void, and have a good time!

I'm grateful for all the support I receive, sentimental or monetary!

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Tiers
Stars
$1 or more per month
I like stars a lot, and for one dollar you can be one!  You'll get to see my shitty first drafts, read poems sent to users who subscribe to the constellation tier, and I'll probably cry if I get one person into this tier.  (Candid pictures upon request)
The Sun
$2 or more per month
Sustain my life and photosynthesize me.  Buy this and I'll light up like, well, a ray of sunshine, and I'll write you a haiku.  Every.  Single.  Month.
Prompts!
$3 or more per month only 5 left
For my poet friends who are looking for something to write about, I'll send you a unique, detailed prompt each month.  No repeat-sies!
Constellation
$5 or more per month
I like stars a lot, and for five dollars you can be a whole constellation.  You get star tier privileges as well as a poem written just for you once a month! (Or sent to a loved one)  *note, digital sending
Planets
$10 or more per month
Stars and constellations are cool, but what would they shine a light on, if not you?  Be a planet and you'll get two poems per month, handwritten and mailed straight to you (or someone you love)
Galaxy
$30 or more per month only 5 left
Everyone loves galaxy things.  So be one and get 30 (one page) poems a month.  Mailed to you once a month.
All the things
$50 or more per month only 2 left
I'll send you candid footage of me sobbing in gratitude, see my drafts, get a haiku, get 33 poems, and a unique writing prompt.  Every.  Frickin.  Month.