CAUGHT IN MY EYE
I notice I havenít been around lately, but thatís what happens
when you stumble and fall into some funny lagoon like a haystack-haired
Tina Turner in Hi-Ho-Heels, loves a big fat fulsome lap to fall into when youíre in loveónothingís wrong, sorry, sunís out, bright future, no calamity coming down on me to write my way out of; no problem, Dr. Filth, I kept records, plenty more to come.
So I ran over to my PSB Snakepit Community and made this monthís
attempt to straighten out all the crooked thinking that goes on over there, seems one of my twin-flames ended up calling Dr. Bob a fuckin dipshit, head up his ass, too stupid to be borne, where did you get your medical license
from, moron, a box of stale Cracker Jacks, so I go off my meds and defend Dr. Bob, then next day find out Dr. Bob blocked me 4 weeks for sticking up
And for the last time
donít come back
til you can behave
like a nice,
So 4 weeks, then Iím back in, right on schedule.
Til then Iíll just keep reading Darby Crashís biography, learn how to
negotiate my way through the wreckage he left behind.
That hyper-aware little virus had his shit together, I am irate that he
did himself in.
Is there a scholar around who can convince me itís not your fault?
Thanx again, Germ-Killers!
Letís give this established joke a shove
Weíre gonna wreak havoc on this rancid mill
Iím searchin for somethin even if Iím killed
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