okay...let me get this straight...Dr. Bruce Ivins worked with the Army's chemical and biological weapons department at Ft. Detrick for eighteen years, had been receiving psychiatric treatment since 2000, said to have "homocidal tendencies" by his doctor, and still allowed to work with some of the most dangerous and toxic substances known to mankind and worked there up until the day that he "committed suicide"...
...right...
...and we all still have to take off our shoes at the airport and put all of our toiletries in clear plastic bags...
what the fuck?
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What the fuck is right.
Probably what he was thinking at the end, as well.
Yikes.
I love you... welcome home... and thanks for the mid-gig calls - you're fucking adorable.
pay no attention to that man behind the curtain....
*snort!*
Perfect, Sorrow.
Perfect Sorrow... I think there is a song in that.
what happens
when the man behind the curtain
becomes the man in the mirror
when nothing is made certain
and we're left to live in fear or
confusion...
...perhaps a start to the song?
...your turn, Pixie...and you too, Sorrow...
...those verses from a few posts back are now under musical construction, so this can work...
anxiously awaiting words...
I'm gonna let Sorrow go first... because that's what I'm hearing.
Love to both of you.
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