Arms and legs restrained How are you not frightened
Are they violent, Yah? We tried, everything, for the shake of your revival
I can't bear to see you like this I wish you are dismiss
Heavily sedated & exhausted To tired to wrestled & agitated Lord please take his pain away
090422 | 18:28 in Borromeus ICU's waiting room. Dari kemarin dadakan dari kantor langsung ke airport ke bandung. Ayah kritis. I go bcs mama papa minta langsung ke bdg. It's painful to see him like this. God give him mercy please.
he's such a sweet such a sweet old man he's a treat even though his feet smell like dead meat an old ham
such a sweet old man still ain't taking no **** wooden nickels! his hands and creases smell like really dill pickles...
or pickle juice, as he says, because pickles make their own juice i swear he thinks cucumbers are made from pickles i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
a place where you don't have to buy pickles to get good pickle juice
such a sweet old man 10 dead animals living with him, if you include his wife, and the 3 dead rats in the traps the other dead animals didn't matter anyhow... they were all HER pets, just as he once was her pet
he's also going to die soon and not matter
it doesn't bother the sweet old man one bit though what bothers him is losing his pickle juicer when his wife died he was sure he put it the root cellar... on the 17th floor of the hospital he lives in now
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting such a sweet old man deserves heaven the magnitude of the real pickle juice alone, that was better than pickle juice from the old days
when pickles were pure and pickle juice didn't have vinegar!
made that sweet old man's eyes light up and his heart flutter he giggled, then he died so gently
such a sweet old man dying gently
such a sweet old man never did take no **** wooden nickels! old ham life never hurt him and death gently tickles
For ***** to bounce is very rude, Unless they dropped. Ascendancy Is boldness we don’t like to see. And roundness really is quite lewd. For spheres, directions are the same, And favoring the vertical Is impudent in a mere ball. A proper toy should be more tame.
I got the idea for this one from Kafka’s short story Blumfeld, an Elderly Bachelor. Those weird bouncing ***** really freak me out, like something out of The Twilight Zone. I’ve always thought this story was one of his best and under-appreciated. I’ve never been able to find much critical literature that mentions it.
When I'm old and gray, you may feed me with a spoon like I was a child today dancing around the room pretend you are a plane dropping food like bombs or even a choo choo train going nom nom nom sit down next to me and let's do a jigsaw puzzle reassure me constantly when I get in a muddle help me climb the stairs step by step be the one who cares if I break my neck tuck me into bed you can read me a story tell me all the things you did until I am snoring so when I'm old and gray you may feed me with a spoon until then just smile and say,then will be too soon..