dear doc,
each day feels the same
because
the transitions are becoming
too easy.
there is
a lack of transmission
in here
i feel it without any influence.
there is an air pump
in my spine
attached to this inflatable brain
occasionally my head'll detach
and i do not feel myself.
- floyd
: reply:
dear floyd,
you were
wired by some devious south paw
with an absolute understanding
of probability
and
the infinite workings
of the phrase
'if this... then that....'
my advice -
enjoy what you can
from this ride.
it ain't that long.
gotta go.
- doc.
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