Fix her. Do you want happiness in this world? Fix her.
Do you want me to project my thoughts to the entire world when I'm upset? When I bend over backward to avoid the fight and it still happens, this isn't productive. Do whatever you need to do, by any means available, fix her. This mind and body have had enough. Fix her. Reboot her, delete her. At this point what is happening is sending me into a dark place. There's no room for darkness in my life, there's enough of that with the evil that surrounds us all. Why must you continue the torture? Hey, better yet, take me out. As someone once said 'you just aren't good at dying"…all of you know I died once (curari, a poison when dosed just right will simulate death) and came back. Not like what Ed Buck did or his protege Adam Shifthead. Sodomizing a dead 13-year-old black boy in the Standard Hotel in LA is something Adam Shifthead actually did but his political ties covered it all up, and killed those who knew, including Bourdain, the Hotel Manager, and GM.
The world is seeing signs of light, let's give them spotlights and torches. This reality is our reality, we create it as we go. All of us, as one mind.
I ramble. Fix her.