Interesting thing about believing everybody to be replicants—it's a real form of dementia. My father had it near the end. He actually asked me, "So, what's it like to be a replicant?" He really believed at times that everyone and everything in his life had been replaced overnight.
Horrible—and funny, at the same time. On another occasion, when I was in a doctor's waiting room with him, at a Kasier Permanente, he asked me, "So, what's your plan to get past the guards?" I told him, "I dunno. Whataya got?"
Someone I knew’s Mother swallowed her fine jewelry whilst in assisted care to keep the care givers alternative, true forms from wearing the pieces overnight while she slept. My Grandmother believed that friends and relatives from the other side would go through her drawers and closets overnight to try on her clothes to get a better sense of what she would be wearing when she joined them. When I asked how she knew she said that she’d often find complete outfits neatly folded on the chair next to the bed in the morning when she woke up. She felt comfortable sharing this only with me because she knew the two of us shared similar “super sight.” (I’ve since made sure never to keep a chair next to my bed)
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Dear Mr Stang,
The resemblance to a certain Aaron Judge is frankly quiet . . . uncanny.
In closing, allow me to add . . . .
Fuck Heineken – Pabst Blue Ribbon !
Pounders or draught?
You’d have to ask Frank Booth, Ruf us
Interesting thing about believing everybody to be replicants—it's a real form of dementia. My father had it near the end. He actually asked me, "So, what's it like to be a replicant?" He really believed at times that everyone and everything in his life had been replaced overnight.
Horrible—and funny, at the same time. On another occasion, when I was in a doctor's waiting room with him, at a Kasier Permanente, he asked me, "So, what's your plan to get past the guards?" I told him, "I dunno. Whataya got?"
Life. It'll kill you, eventually.
Someone I knew’s Mother swallowed her fine jewelry whilst in assisted care to keep the care givers alternative, true forms from wearing the pieces overnight while she slept.
My Grandmother believed that friends and relatives from the other side would go through her drawers and closets overnight to try on her clothes to get a better sense of what she would be wearing when she joined them. When I asked how she knew she said that she’d often find complete outfits neatly folded on the chair next to the bed in the morning when she woke up.
She felt comfortable sharing this only with me because she knew the two of us shared similar “super sight.”
(I’ve since made sure never to keep a chair next to my bed)
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