some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed panda.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.
11 comments:
Ayup me duck, turkey, rooster, chicken or whatever other bird of a feather likes to cackle, crow, quack, gobble or chirp.
My mom found out she had Carodit Arteries. 90% on one side and 80% on the other.
I am afraid.
She is beautiful and amazing and loving and my best friend.
My dad doesn't quite grasp it because of his disease.
She is having surgery on May 28. I, of course, am going home to be with her for that entire week.
She will be unable to drive for two weeks. So I will stay there for one week-that's all the time I can get off from work. And nurse her back to the healthy amazing and incredible woman that she is.
I am feeling anxious, scared, sad, nervous and really fucking crappy.
The surgeon told her he has done 427 of these procedures and has been successful 400 times-that is optimistic.
I fucking love her so much.
That is the fucking funniest, most illiterate thing I have ever read, Titus. Just when I think you could not descend any further into parody or idiocy you prove me wrong.
Go learn something, you dumb mother fondler. You are seriously retarded.
Everybody has carotid arteries Titus. It's just an anatomical name, like jugular vein (no, not the veins in large breasts).
So she must have clogged carotid arteries which put her at risk for stroke. I think they stent those rather than go in a scrape them. My mother had some arteries stented. Routine surgery, Titus--unless the surgeon is distracted looking a pictures of hot terrorists.
Good luck and I hope things go well for her.
Titus, My prayers for you and your family.
Sometimes even I don't know what things are really as they seem.
So if your Mom is at risk of course we hope and pray that she will be fine.
One of the consequences of being a fab-ulist is the disinclination of the audience to believe the next story told will be true.
Publicly goofing around and presenting tear-jerking, ambiguous and incongruent stories about one's father's eminent death (while neglecting to mention his miraculous recovery) does not invite the same audience who heard that story to walk into this one with a trusting heart.
It's my hope surgery will go well and you'll be able to enjoy more good times and friendship with your mom.
Once your emotions subside, I'm confident your fab HR skills and Harvard honed intellect will serve you and your mom and bring to the forefront what is needed as you step into the role of advocate and support.
Spell check works on Carodit. Use it. Getting the name of the disease and/or treatment right honors those who suffer the symptoms, by acknowledging it as real and serious.
MamaM takes him to the woodshed! I figure if he's goofing around w/ life/death and parents then he's got some REAL BAD KARMA.
Forget the woodshed. It's too close to the doghouse where he had his first premature sexual experience.
If he's working up a new parody based on the attention paid to recent events here, so help me God, I'll clear out whatever's blocking his fab heart with a rusty garden trowel.
MamaM, I would NEVER fuck w/ you, woman!!
One of the consequences of being a fab-ulist is the disinclination of the audience to believe the next story told will be true.
So, in other words, a matter of the "The Boy Who Cried Rare Clumbers"?
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