Relations,
Soon comes time to call She-Who-Snips-And-Cuts. Two of the three areas where specimen was removed have remained black. Black as if there was once a bullet wound - like the point of entry.
I hope and I wish that this too shall pass as some sort of anomaly. Since, and apparently this term ought to have been given to me as a middle name. And no, "The Black Sheep" is so passe`. Anomaly yes, eccentric? Yes. Mad, no. And don't play with my emotions because I have been all over that before, Hun. I mean?
An orchestra of Swamp Life inhabit my right ear providing too much distraction. This is one reason why I continue to tip-tap. I don't want to stop to think of this gagging in my throat. Or the dizziness and the misting on the crown of my head. My left deaf ear continues with the tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick. Real steady like too. As if tick-tick-tick-ticking with a damned intention of driving me absolutely damned loony mad!
Say, "I got bronchitis, I ain't got time for that"!
Oh yes, the sites of snip-it-and-cut-it. There is one spot near to where Mr. Wang lives and the other is the one on the side of my left knee. No, it doesn't seem right to me neither. The third spot has already turned a pretty pink with healing. But no, Mr. MFDQ, has to be all like an anomaly.
Yes, I'm side ways. I'm going to be cool and call tomorrow about the anomaly and shit.
I don't have anything else to say, but Damn it, Man!
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