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 I’m warped and who is there to blame? No one, No one but myself. 13/4/2008 ...
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. But ...
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 ...
Moments lost in dreaming Like love in slumber What is meant to be And what is Diverge paths, Wreathing sharp images Of desire. Fiery exchanges never To be consummated Though a rising fire Governs wild and unquenched And here we are Again; Each other's poetry Like two grains of sand Upon the same shore.
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