At roughly 2115 this evening I began to bleed as if some one had attached a Hollywood SFX pumping a deep red blood with a pulse. I swear, it looked as if I had been stabbed in my neck with an ice pick - the blood grew out of my control, so I enlisted my Bride and Nurse to provide First Aid. She did and maybe 2-3 minutes later the bleeding was controlled. I was shy of shock and we were so very close to calling Doctor, but I did not want to disturb his family time. I do say though, the experience was extraordinary! I have counted my pulse with my right wrist and now I have counted my pulse by blood ejection and flow. Bled the grandest display of body and blood, bleeding from my body ever! It was so scary bloody mad bad too!
Yes, the site of surgery and this bleeding which has never really stopped still has this foul disgusting odor. There has been new and odd pains. I see He-Who-Touched-My-Brain in the morrow. We will have a face-to-face then.
Making a quick left lane change here and have engaged signal...
...I do not trust the words of One who betrays what was once thought a Kindred and Trusted relationship. When I have seen One stand for a Race, stand for "their word", proclaim a/their Race and or Nationality and then witness the switch before my eyes. I wonder...
...for me, My Path is a trusting work in progress at all times. I see it, I smell it, thus am able to see true colors. My life is too damned hectic and ill paced to play simple mind games. Trust cuts right to the chase. Dig? This break in trust requires me to inventory the situation and to do a self inventory as well. No, I don't so fucking over analyze things sometimes.
!Mario, please confirm the date and time 24 April 2012 @ 1015, is an appointment with She-Who-Cuts-And-Such!
God Blessed Be, I should have doctor appointment with He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.
Hey-Ya! I just realized a few minutes ago that I sadly and simply am unable to be as open and honest here on my blog, as I am able to be in my journal...
...I am as open and as honest as I see right on this blog, My Path. I operate damned near to as open as one might be inclined to be so. Like my skin color indicates, I am transparent. You see, that's just the way I roll. And there really is so much more of me to share. It's just that some Kinfolk don't want to hear words of honesty and the stories of lies, the broken promises and "the switching to accommodate". Sounds sad to be like that. Please do Bless their hearts.
Some Fool's Never Learn...
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