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So I call an old colleague at university this week to arrange for a meet up on camus to discuss current project details and he tells me he gonna get back to me after looking with his handler. So he calls me back and we start by casually talking and he explains me he feels not good, can’t breath, like seriously incapacitated. Something with his lungs he supposes… I heard those symptoms before…

So I tell him those looks like vaccine injury symptoms, and in a long and sad reply he informs me his handlers require me to be vaxxed and masked on campus. Lol

Family members are talking about serious health deterioration… For I smell death…

And now I need to ground to face family members at funeral. 🤬 Ironic

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For the grounding [A]live.

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Holding my grip on this apparatus again as the youngest of my uncles leaves this plane today with a “WEIRD FAINTNESS”. Ironically, last time I saw him, he was in survival mode going back to farming after the COVID crisis… Last time I saw him, I built his poultry automatic watering system. Now I have another funeral to attend. Rest in peace uncle, for we hold the last flag standing.