It rains here, mate!
Nigh on 500 days a year
Swear its true.
The sky is leaden grey
But beautiful in a strange
In the sky?
Tell a lie!
Demsí Magic buses
You don't get no Blues in Manchester
except the fans of course
cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
what mores you want?
Updated 05-26-2009 at 05:26 PM by Nightshade
Swimming through custard
Life what drag
Sticky sickly sweetness
Sucks me into its depths,
was that a fly that just whizzed by?
Cold gel fills my lungs
I cant breathe, tired now
Where has ambition gone?
Drive , hope, enthusiasm?
Instead I am mired in this pseudo
Reality trapped by my laziness
Iím warped and who is there to blame?
No one but myself.
We were born of sheep's dreams,
we were born of grass.
Neither of us is quite there
we are nought but dreams and gas.
So it hardly matters that I've killed you,
Chopped you up for stew and pie.
Because you my dear don't exist
Nor in point of fact do I.
Cackle! Hiss! Bubble and boil!
Umdiddle dee and umdiddle DIE!
We are characters in someone's brain
though I am not quite certain who.
The title of this blog is not meant to be sarcastic but happy.
Let me backtrack a little. I decided to see a new doctor for my diabetes back in January. This new doctor is an Endocronologist who specializes in treating diabetes. I wasn't able to get an appointment until early April. I went to see her and I liked her very much. She was patient and answered every question I asked her. I also told her that I would like to switch back to the medication I was initially prescribed
NOTE: This is also posted on the book review section of the forum. I post it here because there are elements of personal connection and some short anecdotes that give the review a personal character. (Hey! Did I just book review my own book review?)
But on to the jungle. Here's the actual review:
A Critical Review of The Jungle Book (Books 1 & 2)
By The Comedian
The two volumes that comprise the complete Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling consist