So. We watch what was done around and within my reality, past, past, present: Mer-ry Christmas!
Ahw. Ya shouldn’t have!
I mean, really, you shouldn’t have.
And in the end of that night-light flicker-test… Tossed and the rind of the banana, apple, orange, lemon? peel of my re-scheduled demise.
Say, who’s flipping whom?
You wanna throw that fire energy away,
Or siphon it off like a sippy straw for angels?
Nah. I’ll stick with my blue diamond silver steel lined spine, if you don’t mind.
N.B.: Dr. Seuss was not Dr. Roberts, unless you consider chemo for diabetes to be a good solution for spare ribs á la … duck?