I want to make certain I emphasize that the Universe hobbled me, blew out my left shoulder, broke my ribs, gave me Cancer and DEAFENED me with Steam Whistle Shrill. I gotta confess, it aint "all bad". I can escape the Tinnitus by listening to Music, chain-sawing, mowing, live trimming and just being outdoors, where the Primal Clatter-Clutter of Insect Existence thrills and delights--- ~~~ ____ .... . Doing what is OBVIOUS helps my Anxiety, keeps it from boiling over into Frantic-sy, the one where I'm like the "Woman Under the Influence" frantically waiting for her kids to arrive at the Bus Stop.
I'm given to Frantic ~~ I'm Frantical. I'm a Fanatic of Frantic.
After all these YEARS is STILL wonder ::: What the fuck am I suppose to be DOING ??????
Alas the Universe has "given" me Direction--let's hope it aint Di-WRECK-TION.
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