I take people, especially my friends, very seriously. Now if you want to do loopy, redundant, time-consuming, repetitive, mindless, emotionally hollow, sad, annoying, petulant and flabbergasting, play back all that tripe you've hit me with for simply pointing out the truth.
In the letters in question she correlates the shooting death of Martin Luther King to De De's birthday by a factor of six years and calls attention to coincidences...then, exactly six years later, on her birthday, John Lennon was shot. The envelope reads I am the Walrus and the letter says is there music when we die.
She taunts me, "Take away take away my eyes sometimes I'd rather be blind."
She writes, "I'm a number now" well they were holocaust survivors and they gassed me in a place called Kings Estate.
You're not educated in the way I am, but I know what that means, heavenly estate. The nazi Germans calls the ramps in Auschwitz "himmelsweg" or road to heaven.
Grow up and stop picking on a victim of carrion birds which is how you also come over sometimes.