...fuck this shit I want everything!
you just stay onside 'cos you're needed HERE and NOW - martyrs are NO FUCKING USE ! (sorry for shoutin' but you need to hear it; much love, message is garbled x)
now that i've successfully vented my spleen, please let me offer some slightly better advice: health tourism !find some dollars for airfare, and get yourself to 'the other side' of the pond; collapse on our streets and here you'll find our NHS taking you in hand: no fees, no medicaid (is that what you yanks call it?), you'll get care and it'll cost you nuttin' courtesy of the British tax-payer.When soup and prayers run out, we'll still be here ('cos we can't be over there) ! message is garbled x
Yes I concur, Martyrdom only workes for zealots. Well here's a thought. I might myself reach medical salvation in one of Her Majesty's royal hospitals if only I could survive the trans-Atlantic flight. With the condition of my vascular system I might expire at a high altitude.
Hey, you just moved into your own house and you are already tired of it! Common now, Honey, get your butt off the couch and get a cheesecake. It has healing ingredients, ya know! Remember what you wrote just a few days ago:“These daze when I want to push the envelope I go over to *Juniors in Brooklyn, and picks up one of them swell cheese cakes! Man that's heaven!”Or hop over the pond or grab a coat and hitchhike north!
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