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What Dr. Lector devours with fava beans, inside rots. Too much Chianti? Not likely. Likely, not enough but there has been much else. Still, no amounts warranting any shy example of overload. Mild splurges, done in high style equal nothing in comparison to toxic baths taken in industrial grindstone mortors. And the payback? Walking papers and abdominal lump. Poke it and choke on acid reflux. Pop more pills to keep it down. Downers prescribed on more downers. Feeling down? Have another downer. What else can we do? Your MRI's and ultrasound, unsound, do not come with flag from foreign invader, claiming this new territory for king. So, blame it on the offal. Blame it all on the offal for not having guts and glory to fight off its own infection. And eat your chicken livers.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
Blame The Offal
What Dr. Lector devours with fava beans, inside rots. Too much Chianti? Not likely. Likely, not enough but there has been much else. Still, no amounts warranting any shy example of overload. Mild splurges, done in high style equal nothing in comparison to toxic baths taken in industrial grindstone mortors. And the payback? Walking papers and abdominal lump. Poke it and choke on acid reflux. Pop more pills to keep it down. Downers prescribed on more downers. Feeling down? Have another downer. What else can we do? Your MRI's and ultrasound, unsound, do not come with flag from foreign invader, claiming this new territory for king. So, blame it on the offal. Blame it all on the offal for not having guts and glory to fight off its own infection. And eat your chicken livers.
Fear is harder to overcome with each new diagnosis and prognosis, but I continually do. I'm no chicken liver.
pj-poesy
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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