One of the posters here has consumed a goodly amount of ethyl alcohol, in the hope that the myriad sad eyes that met his this morning would be closed, or dropped, or something. This has not worked as well as he had hoped, but sleep may actually be possible, which is the important thing.
Also, we have never had a policy of limiting threads to their topic, and it is disingenious to suggest that we do.
My soul’s a little grief, grappling your chest,
To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased
On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.
Carry my crying spirit till it’s weaned
To do without what blood remained these wounds.
Goodnight Moe