the opposite of listening to madonna in decathlon

they pass the assisted
dying bill
will the lords giveth
the right to kill?
a vision: no,
you have to take it yourself
mr benn
a shock of mortality
please, call me n.n.
quite a memento mori
a lonely shiver

i have aphantasia but this was a pretty harsh, real feeling idea. i imagined the doctor passing me the pills in the little plastic cup. and telling me no, i have to take them myself. it gave me a blast of the feeling i had after i was diagnosed with emphysema. thankfully, i was undiagnosed about seven months later and celebrated by listening to madonna in decathlon.

as it turns out, the lords tooketh away the right to assisted suicide. antidemocratically waffled it away. i give them the respect they deserve.

alanis said it first so it’s ok

i go to bed early
i wake up late
french kissing won’t be tolerated
on this date
a collegiate day
leaves me rough
in my navel
looking for fluff
two roles away
on down the hill
wine and dine
(and sixty nine)
on a jagged little pill

this is mostly just silly, but i have been thinking a lot about belly button fluff recently. there used to always be fluff in my belly button if i had been wearing clothes that day. most days if not all that would be. but there is never ever fluff in it any more. i still usually wear cotton tee shirts. i still have a belly button. and i’ve been basically the same size for 30 years at this point. i don’t understand what has changed. if anyone knows, please let me know.

post-prandial down-dumpsy meek remainderman rain run

i was listening to a lot of podcasts about health. i’d had a couple of health scares. i ended up going down a few false paths. got misdiagnosed with various things. i wouldn’t recommend, it was all quite stressful. turned out i didn’t have copd or an inflamed prostate or whatever but i am autistic.

anyway. post-prandial means ‘after eating’. i kept hearing it in podcasts and i liked the way it felt to say it. i’m prone to echolalia. and i must have been feeling down in the dumps. must have went for a run. and meek remainderman is an ironic biblical reference.

friends, what we are dealing with here is melodrama.

but the poison in the fang must be expunged / or the course will be hellenic, terminal, explosive

i’m a melodramatic poet from time to time. irl and on the page. another allusion to greek tragedy: the hero from the outset carries the curse that will be his downfall. what poison, what fang, what terminal volition? dear reader, perhaps it was merely a pimple of misunderstanding.