sloughing here in the chair away, remembering the last sleepless night (or whenever) and feeling the ramparts of my body tumbling away to illness. where are those noble defenders now? the cratchy bastinadoes who will through the old hooks down?
what is this capering fraying? and where and whence and whither? wither… but not so, her, who languishes alone in that soft garret. (well and but who can keep the old food down, these days? who else spends the night hearing that old food come back up? or is it i alone who kept that sad watch?) so, in spite of my wayward, um, or to be sure. {here i shake my head: the focus has gone all away} my spine is a thin column of platters balanced on sticks. balanced, i should say, by a mountebank of questionable (or zany, rather, than mounteb) character. watch those plate glass tumble.
oh, good humour man! where have you put my good humours? for i am all atwitter with bile and scowl. (hello, belly? why are you so unhappy? why are YOU all awry? do i not feed you as well as can be expected? as well as i am able. to i not pastinado you with tasty (pasty?) treats!?)
it’s not so much a balancing between sickness and health, methinks, but a slow fall into some cracking place.
Gah, a sicktalk, or thereabouts maybe. At any rate I’m home today not really working, feeling a cold or flu or something. usually in recent years I just feel these things coming and then they disappear into slender lines along the paint. Headache, sore throat… hoping it just leaves me alone after today I sit here sitting here.
Wind and werewolves drift along the grassy slope.
i can feel the greasy germcicles clawing at the gates.
successfully staving off, so far.
they’re still trying to get me still; i haven’t gotten anything serious it’s just feeling like I might. Err I hate it.
Come on out from under those covers, lads, what you’ve got is Autumn Fever. The weather is beautiful and you want to go play. Heed your good Auntie Bess’ advice: Do not do any chores this weekend. GO OUT AND PLAY! Work can wait. Fall will fall through shortly enough. Don’t miss it.