Going around in circles but too sick for the last waltz
Published 22/06/2015 | 02:30
So here I am writing this and the television is on from Maastricht. The form isn't great. The face is swollen. It's some sort of a blood infection.
The nose is as big as an aardvark's. The old sinuses are as stuffed as a small chicken cooked for a big family. There's enough mucous to plaster the cracks in the San Andreas fault.
I'm crying involuntary tears from my left eye and the right eye is half- closed.