We Haven't Slept Together. But We've Napped

I Felt Deeply Tricked. Stunned. And Furious. I Also Felt My Default Emotion: Numbness.

When You Have Your Health, You Have Everything. When You Do Not Have Your Health, Nothing Else Matters At All.

Maybe It Was A Patty Hearst Thing. Stockholm Syndrome Or Whatever It's Called When You're Being Held Against Your Will But Then You Become Sucked In And Fall In Love. Or If Not Exactly Love, You Fall Into Something You Can't See Out Of. 'i Can't Shoot A Machine Gun' Becomes 'hey, This Hardly Has Any Kick-back!

As I Sat In The Hot, Salty Water, I Thought, 'no Wonder Mr. Bubble Always Gives Me A Urinary Tract Infection And Hives.' Mr. Bubble Was For Common People. Mr. Bubble Was For My So-called Brother, Their True Child. I Was A Vanderbilt. I Should Bathe In Condiments And Seasonings.

Bad News Should Be Followed With Soup. Then A Nap.