Oh dear said the divas. Y
Locked out of my blog. Imagine standing with passwords zipping by
No substance , no suitcase, a quick rinse, ooo dressed in clean couture, a skirt with a tidal wave hem, pumps broken in.
There’s not a tear in the sky, I drift by. Wait
Sky attack won
Land attack follow me, clearing the way
Now, bugles, moved by a powerful force from behind
Go, go nonevasive? Not
I’m shot, joking
Stroking my long hair, bare
And sizzling, someone I never knew b4
Endorsed by a following of incredible minds
Born in black holes, out of horrific times
Left behind is the slime
Feel brighter, lighter
Aside, moo moo the Hathors are here.
You’re right. Well I feel a little burnt and my lungs feel as if they’re stuck to the back of my chest. I can hardly walk , a few more steps, at the subway. Startled I awoke, and didn’t know where’s I was. Oh my how did I get on the Yonge line? I would have gotten off and changed. Driver nothing looks familiar. I don’t know ..oh you do, just tell me where to go. Thank you . I’m home.
Barbara eat something , more than potato chips, I had had two bags. I was wobbling and then I fell hard, backwards. I would be lying here till I died O.K,. Thursday. I hurt then I made myself get up, like Jesus. Right to bed.
After a week or so of a tortured bent over, gait, hunched over I aged about 50 years. I called the palliative care doctor. He came the next day and he said one of your legs is longer than the other, aha you. have a broken hip. Which one right or left? I asked because my foot was swollen from something else. Should I call the ambulance? I ‘ll stay with you until it comes.
No, no I’m doing something.
Three days later I finished my 10 day overdue submission and agree to go get an X-ray. Then I had to decide which hospital. I had one choice and promised not to change it. Arriving at 2 p.m. And at 1 a.m. I was declared fit as a fiddle, no breaks or anything. I had to go by cab as I was too tired.
I told him not to be so certain until you’re certain with proof. I was walking and I had looked it up on the internet, Dr. Mazotta, anyone can be a doctor they just have to study a few years longer and pay more tuition. You don’t have to be that smart. He shook his head in agreement.
I only met one other MD who wasn’t that smart and he wa
Dr. Who missed the cancer diagnosis. How could he have been so stupid and it took another year and a half till I had an X-ray for something else. So I just want to say your lungs are in the back of your chest. He said it was because my book bag was too heavy.
Are you still moving to Canada?
Dr. Radiator said I had a year to live without treatment. When I arrived he asked me what I was doing back. Right it was two years later. I love proving people wrong, don’t you.
[gallery size=full ids=’885′ “Did you think I handed out all the wine and bread. No, No I’m Jewish.”
Jesus laughed and said, “So am I”
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VENEZUELA YOU ARE LIVING UNDER A TYRANT”S RULING CRUELTY. HE IS NOT YOUR PRESIDENT; DID YOU VOTE FOR A LEADER WHO WOULD STARVE YOU? AND THE WORLD LOOKS ON…
Amazing even I know this.