When I got up this morning my email was full of messages from my father. He'd changed his address, so my filters weren't blocking his typically psychotic and hurtful messages — for a while he'd taken to sending me copies of his will, which were basically just him insulting me from beyond the grave.
I know the missiles cannot be recalled...Well this is the best i can do. DUCK.
[the rest of you - warn SDL - while he is the most able he is also at the most risk]
...
before you die I hope you again feel the simple
pleasure of breathingin and out
in and out
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does SDL ever need warning? Psh.
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