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THE SCARS ON MY FACE TELL THE STORY...
one of unbearable pain
and yet another, of unbelievable...fear.
WHEN I AWOKE FROM THE 'TERMINAL' COMA...
ALL MY LIFE I'VE BEEN A DREAMER...

after surviving thorazine, lithium, tricyclic antidepressants I found it necessary to put all the pieces together about: death and depression; the real story, the tru morass

doesn't everybody have...visions? ok, call them dreams, but the difference is as different and diverse as: nite and day, yet both...belong. lots have said i am not totally there/here. sure, i did lose part of my brains; some thru my nose and some thru the ears. plastic surgery was more than a marvel even 36 years ago. probably every bone on the left side of my face was broken. my eye could not be seen. a femur bone, snapped like a pretzel, lay open. with pins and wires, a new face would be formed. and thru/the body miracle the eye would return, to see things that could never be imagined.
but a tree is unforgiving.
...as the neurosurgeons picked the impacted bark from my face;
they approximated speed of impact: between 50 and 70 mph.
anyways, i was asked to take in a kitten a few years ago. feisty, and foolhardy, this little one would be part of the puzzle never seen. for a long time i had lost course, direction uncertain. this little one, on the first nite she lay her small paws on my forehead; the flo began, once again.
but now: feline leukemia
uthanize? if i cannot spell it, then how in hell could i do it
i have easily cured the common cold and the flu. cancer and aids have been cured; too bad the ones who need are not informed
this is a bit tricky.
i think of her as jesus, but her tru name is: whispers.
reincarnate or not, all must play the hand dealt, or at least with the cards you can see.
work or play? to the inner children, work and play, are one and the same...