pathophobia
That ain’t no good
I’m not sure I know what it means
Or is it some kinda Rx hidden meme
And as, the bigger picture suggests,
It doesn’t really matter but you best believe I’m
going to prattle about any and all of the fall of me…
This cancer…this conspiracy will not succeed…no way…
No Ma’am —-
the megalomania of these assassins… just astonishing,
don’t you think.
Well Hello SNZ
The audio portion of this post is a tweak of a famous music “mash-up” of damn near two decades or so ago. Beware… there is just a bit of some indiscreet body part banter and a minimal cuss here, cuss a bit there.
Enjoy. And my technical skill at audio restoration, is as of now, pitiful.
But that mix is still big fun!
R.Douglas …thanks.
I needed to read this, because I was secretly hoping over here that you’re willing to beat the brakes off cancer. I hate it. I truly do.
“This cancer…this conspiracy will not succeed…no way…
No Ma’am —-”
🙏🏾🩵
Well. As I read it, the fighting words seep some sarcasm, recognizing the mirroring megalomanias of the assassin cancer cells and your protestations. An in-your-face, but knowing, light touch. Tough indeed.
One of my favorites of your streams comprised of fabulous mash-ups. Digging the grooves, babe!
Yep! The Drip Dry of it all is the spot cleaning ease of picking the victim hung out to dye. The spin cycle of why me… begs one to circle the wagon of weaponizing every spoke of that mindless wheel of chance.