Read Stephen King's The Dark Half and whistle up some sparrows. That should take care of either pfr or your other self. Then, if successful, write an apology to e.e. cummings' dusty spirit for so thoroughly abusing his schtick to channel cider-fueled internetting.

If not successful, have him burnt in wicker by "the old nasty petty sanctimonious supercillious spell-checkers and moral high ground grabbers".

Personally, I think actually spelling most words correctly enhances communication, but what do I know, I'm a painter.