I have run the gamut of what can be eaten in the
office and everything ended in reaction - back to
a Spartan existence of ice-water and black, bitter
coffee; not knowing what else to do - last night’s
meal came back up again and everything tastes
wrong, maybe a kind soul wants to poison me
To send me back home to the non-physical Astral
dimension – whatever, feeling ill is no joy – there’s
nothing good in eating sawdust and drinking bitter
bubbles of carbonated water - therefore starting a
new regime, eyes unfocused and head lolling, but
after tea with a little sugar I am standing at my
Computer, dreaming of being one of the Magical
Night-Hours waiting to play pranks on Night Owls
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