I sat at a clinic today and while speaking to an older lady, I asked her if the assessment was a long process as I had to get back to work and she very kindly replied that she has been here before and we could be there for a good hour or two. In turn she asked me if I had a “Heart Machine” ? (I guess that’s what you young folks call it these days huh?) , I sort of gathered she must be speaking about a pace maker, I smiled and said “No, mam I don’t”, I smiled at the irony of the situation……Bless her…..For the reminder of the time I sat there loving the idea of a Heart Machine…….How awesome does that sound? I sat there smiling like a fool, “Oh I would love some heart machine if you please”…….
Why~ Annie Lennox
Yes I would like a heart machine……coz the human one I got kinda sucks in making efficient decisions…..wouldnt it be lovely to have decisions made for you? Your heart machine could potentially be programmed to make the most logical choices instead of ruining the reputation of you brain by influencing it otherwise….
“I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you’re thinking”
I am soo funny aren’t I? (No wait you aren’t supposed to answer that….The question was rhetorical)
Hmm,
Shucks I just lost my flow of thoughts….(told you I was funny….atleast funny enough to distract myself)
Mental block? (Plunge it! Ha ha ha)
“This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread”
Alright the randomness needs to go……
What the hell am I writing? (I don’t know, but who cares?)
Maybe one day I will have a funny story to say…but for now we will have to work with the substitutes of funny….
“This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head”
I make the most coldest jokes when I am nervous (kinda like what I am doing right now? Don’t answer that!…oh no go ahead answer that)…the kind that never makes people laugh but never fails to make them go “What the….is she on?”
“And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
’cause I don’t think you know how I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
You don’t know what I feel “
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