The Sounds Of Meniere's Disease, A Safe Level Of Madness

The upper layers of my skin and lobes of my brains tell me Fall has reached this region of our South Eastern United States of America. The weather man with bloated self-sense, talks loudly and speaks as if he knows all. Radar and multiple computers checked prior to laughing and speaking to me like he knew me. Please, this is small town Tampa, Florida, we do not require entertainment from news broadcasters. Just share the news, do your jobs and hush a bit.

I just heard and listened to what I thought was a bird outback sounding very much like a Lazar weapon of some sort...

...or was there battle going on between to visiting aliens? I didn't know. So, at first, I remained in here at my desk and thought I felt safe and okay, which lead to me having to check out there because the sounds of Lazar beams were getting more and more hectic. Louder too..

...so I left my den, enquiring into the sounds, affects, and going-on's in the sanctuary, only to find my bird cousin's carrying on and cussing because I failed to place seed in the feeder. Well then, the Lazar's were no where to be heard. I would've bet a damned dollar I tell you, but no, no Lazar's or "birds" making the sound of Lazar's. No Alien battles in my back yard. Oh my.

God, Save The Queen.

Fall comes now, I see some species of bird disoriented and frustrated in their preparation's for their yearly holidays away. There are some who live here in the preserve and sanctuary  all year long. They are Cardinal, Blue Jay, Dove's of variety, Mocking Bird, Sparrow, and Black Bird of a variety too. Not all eat seed, but all come for fresh water to drink and bathe.

At this moment I am nauseous, dizzy, sweating, and listening to sounds of another note from this Meniere's library of Sounds. Can one understand when I silently scream, damn it to hell! All of these sounds and noises! Damned to hell the sounds I even listen too. Yes, seriously.

The Sounds of Meniere's Disease, have driven me to a safe level of Madness. I know this, you see? This is me, remember? It's me sitting here in my skin, and my red bandanna. Just me sitting here on my rocking chair, rocking back and forth on the cool porch of my cabin in my mind.