[One or another projection — Gas Leaks on Parade — Everything is simply wonderful — Oh such a wonderful charade. — It is on some otherwise — To make a difference somewhat on the level — Wonderfully remiss — Save it for the other Spies — Capitalism’s inference — Running circles around that otherwise — Some fickle finger of Bliss. — One or another so and so the monotony — Or some other Friend of the Devil — The lotus eater from botany — Momentary enlightenment — One adventure over here — Intuitive in its appeal — Another task to complete — Working in a Vacuum Seal — Anchored by So much Stuff — So long as there’s something enough or the some one or the other to eat. — How otherwise should it feel? –>>Rupert Likes To Rhyme]
As Frank Needy had predicted, papers were passed through the crack in the door. Boris was taken away and I never saw him again. I had been in the awkward system since 1300 and the time dragged on like a chum line in an Ebb Tide with reality focused in a time capsule not going anywhere. Frank Needy had convinced me that the charges against him were bogus, based on a phone call from a relative. Having violated probation from a previous interaction with a relative, Frank found himself in a pickle. "Anyone can call in on anyone else." he said. "The cops just come and take you away." I would have found this reasoning bogus if I hadn't been handcuffed and tossed into the Hoosegow on the word of a neighbor.
"One Ninety" the nurse said.
"Better than 365," I said.
"Which medication do your take?" she asked.
"Mike and Ike and a snickers. It was Halloween and I screwed up."
"How much insulin do you take?
"I stopped all medication well over a year ago," I said, "With the exception of Omega three jellies and an aspirin a day." I convinced the nurse not to give me anything for whatever reason. I had been fasting since the late morning and hadn't had a drink of water since they captured me. I felt an old time Irish Hunger Strike developing.
At a desk on the other side of an open sided wall was a man that claimed to have diabetes and his sugar was 112. There was a conversation between med techs and or nurses about which drugs to give the man since he didn't remember which drugs he took. "Faking an Orange Bracelet" I thought while they played congenial "Drug Tag" with me. "Metformin, Actos, glucofage, Lantis?"
"I've taken them all and gained weight. I've lost a lot of weight and watch my diet. Thank you very much." -->>Duda Duda