Don't know what's happening. That palpitation thing. That costocondritis (or whatever the spellings are). And now this "occupational hazard" of a constant pain, right wrist upwards to the elbow. Tis lack of well being.
Tis lack of well being and . . .
"
Come on over
Do the twist
Overdo it
Have a fit
Come on over
Shoot the shit
Love you so much
Makes me sick
Beat me out of me
She keeps it pumping straight into my heart
"
BITCH!
Tis, probably, senility.
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