Monday, February 2, 2009

"Reality Check"























I need to hide, and heal. ..and that's that. I've been making this thing a joke so I could keep relatively sane, but now it's all catching up with me for real.

So I'll see you on the other side.

...good night for now.

4 comments:

garbled said...

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)

garbled said...

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

Cannibal said...

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.

Fida said...

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!