Is lacking, but there is freshness in the center, which is much more important, don't you agree? My ribs are pressing out through my stomach. They are turning into handlebars with red, white and blue tassles. They are decorative, mildly functional, but extremely painful. I need a sling of some kind to maintain support and alignment, which is so key in these later days.
The implantation of neck meteors has resumed, but this is less ominous than it sounds. Accept the baseball-sized, transparent, toy-containing pod into your neck without resistance, is your best hope. It will pass through you in a matter of hours and the residue left behind is merely nostalgia, awareness of the loss of past ghost scenarios, and your mixed-up fragility within them. Tears may well up in your multi eyes, but they will evaporate just as quickly as they came.
I am trying to propel myself to the phase of the morning wherein I wash but it is proving a slow journey this a.m. Thank you for your time and attention to this matter.
Very truly yours,