So Doc, let me give you some background.
The other day I was feeling a bit freya’d in the nerves you know, and the room was kinda steffe, so I figured before I got all angerballed up I’d ronny down to the corner store. On the way I passed this shadey kinda guy reading some kind of novella. When he saw me he leckert out this laugh that went straight to my spineshank. I was in direstraights after that so I quickly ducked into the ABeCe store where Darian works. I miss ed the shelf that must have had that fine pontalba wine, but ended up with some stuff that was ruby colored. I decided I peder get something to eat too, so I ronny’d over to get some Chinese take out. Well, they must have loaded my monkeycatcher soup up with msfg because I got so sick I had stuff coming out my muggle for so long I needed some ice to make it feel better.
After some sleep, I found some leftover stewart in the fridge and tried to hold some of that down, but I might as well have kenny shoveled that shit into the toilet too because it had gone bad. Only other thing I had was some Cajun, but mama told me I’d better not eat any of that either. Jenn, just as I was about to cry I remembered I rene into some wilde rice at the store the other day and got a bag for a rainy day. Wilde rice does the trick for me, so I got some crystal clear water and started to boil it. I turned on the CDa player to listen to some sweetsymphony but all I could get was some religious channel talking about halo’s and crap. Not my style at all. I looked out the window where a jay bird used to nest, but I think some dogtonian scared the bird away for good. I’m sure all this litany is not helping very much, but there’s no easy answers. There’s never a rainbowgurl after the storm for me. I don’t know if I’m capable of being toadally fixed but if you could just bobbyburn something into my brain that would make this all have some sense I’d think you were a real honeydevil.
Hay, I think 82 was the year I last felt great. Don’t know if there’s any significance there or not? Then the rogue headaches started and now this….perhaps I need some time in the wilderness and a day or two spent on a blue boat,…but I’d need a driver. Maybe 1 just needs some poppy,…. and some wabbit stew? I know I’m a curious wonder, and completely clueless sometimes, perhaps even me a bit hastings on occasion. But krist o cat there has to be something somebody can do? Is a bell ringing somewhere?
So what do you think Doc? Does any of that help?