The send offs were a group of people who hounded you. Their sweat was like a normal man's, but really it was there because it upset other people and they didn't give a ****. It was easy to be poetic about their patterns (as you wasted away in a false world). But the realistic depths of their evil were either or unexplainable or unknown by other people.

You had a better shot at pinning them down with positive strategy, even love than anything else. That is, before you cull them.

And yes, evil police, culling is different to ******. So give me the **** back my freedom.
Amen. Poonanny. Daisies. Love and light.