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Randy Rush

The missile knows where it is at all times. It knows this because it knows where it isn't. By subtracting where it is from where it isn't, or where it isn't from where it is (whichever is greater), it obtains a difference, or deviation. The guidance subsystem uses deviations to generate corrective commands to drive the missile from a position where it is to a position where it isn't, and arriving at a position where it wasn't, it now is. Consequently, the position where it is, is now the position that it wasn't, and it follows that the position that it was, is now the position that it isn't.
In the event that the position that it is in is not the position that it wasn't, the system has acquired a variation, the variation being the difference between where the missile is, and where it wasn't.

OK, ik this is going to sound really weird but please don't block me. I'll be
honest with you, I like you. Like, I really like you. Last night, I dreamed of
you a lot. That isn't anything weird for me, I've been dreaming of you for
a while, but this dream was different. This dream felt incredible. I
touched you; we made love. I blew my load inside you. We had children
together. We loved each other.

Again this message is probably weird but I have to tell you this, it's the
truth. I love you, and I want to be yours. I want a loving family with you.
want to run my tongue down your chest and stomach then lick your
most sensitive body parts whilst I hear you beg my name. I want to
make love to you over and over, pounding you with my love. I want to
release my seed into you and let a new child grow in you. I want to be
the father of your child because I really do love you. This isn't some sick
joke, this is what I truly feel.

dude got pegged in cheboygan Michigan