Pestilence
mentally i can visualize lookin into my own body at the cellular level and seeing my awesome lil white blood cells trying fending off the evil germ cells in a horrific days long battle. back and forth, day and night, this battle rages on, hopefully an end is in sight. with the aid of substances created by the hands of man,mixed with natural ingredients, the pain and suffering endured up to this point, has subsided for at least a few hours. each strugglin breath, each pulsation of blood behind the eyesocket, or each cough that induces a full body spasm makes you really ponder, 'is there an end in sight? how long will this suffering last? is this hell?".
it aint hell, you know how i know it aint hell? if it was hell, thered be a giant p.a. system, blaring depressing country music for all eternity, no meat product of any kind in sight, and thered be no casino, and that retard host from 'survivor' would narrate every move i make, in survivor fashion.
and you pray at night, even if you aint religous, for that fateful mornin that you wake up germ free, able to breathe, to see, and actually feel alive once again. and you rip open the curtains ferris bueller style and start your day. you survive another phlem inducing cold, with the aid of the power of the Abies Balsamea
it aint hell, you know how i know it aint hell? if it was hell, thered be a giant p.a. system, blaring depressing country music for all eternity, no meat product of any kind in sight, and thered be no casino, and that retard host from 'survivor' would narrate every move i make, in survivor fashion.
and you pray at night, even if you aint religous, for that fateful mornin that you wake up germ free, able to breathe, to see, and actually feel alive once again. and you rip open the curtains ferris bueller style and start your day. you survive another phlem inducing cold, with the aid of the power of the Abies Balsamea