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Today I was still kind of sick and so nothing interesting happened. I will take cue from Caleb, because he inspires me and I aspire to be like him, Asian, that is. And also for Laura and her thirty posts a day.
Waiting Room Wind Shield Wiper Catastrophe
We’ve found poison in the IV next to your hospital bed. Maybe it’s just me that has had too much morphine. Please turn the volume on the television up. Thank you. Call the nurse darling, the little red button seems to be malfunctioning. We’ve got iron lungs and all the medicine you can swallow, but your pulse still rests at zero. I don’t know if your hands will ever be warm again. Sterility is everywhere but I still feel unclean. My ears are invaded with this incessant beeping and all I can see is a straight line. Can’t the doctor help me? Prescribe some more pills to keep my breathing shallow and my heart in my throat, just for one more day. Someone please find me the defibrillator because the alcohol is wearing off. Let me sleep for one more day. Just one more...thank you, good night.
Feel free to comment on my lyricism, or just enjoi, or not enjoi. Either way, by this point you have already read it, so I guess if you didn't want to, you're fucked. Oh, and I wrote this before all of the crazy drama went down with everyone going to hospitals and stuff, so I thought it was kinda crazy. I named it after everything though. Hence the windshield wiper Tyler.
Waiting Room Wind Shield Wiper Catastrophe
We’ve found poison in the IV next to your hospital bed. Maybe it’s just me that has had too much morphine. Please turn the volume on the television up. Thank you. Call the nurse darling, the little red button seems to be malfunctioning. We’ve got iron lungs and all the medicine you can swallow, but your pulse still rests at zero. I don’t know if your hands will ever be warm again. Sterility is everywhere but I still feel unclean. My ears are invaded with this incessant beeping and all I can see is a straight line. Can’t the doctor help me? Prescribe some more pills to keep my breathing shallow and my heart in my throat, just for one more day. Someone please find me the defibrillator because the alcohol is wearing off. Let me sleep for one more day. Just one more...thank you, good night.
Feel free to comment on my lyricism, or just enjoi, or not enjoi. Either way, by this point you have already read it, so I guess if you didn't want to, you're fucked. Oh, and I wrote this before all of the crazy drama went down with everyone going to hospitals and stuff, so I thought it was kinda crazy. I named it after everything though. Hence the windshield wiper Tyler.