Life At The Sentient Bean - The Eternal Work In Progress

Where are you Fang Fang Wu?

 She was a driver for Golden Labrador Retrieval Waste and Recycle , and was thumping a dumpster into the hopper, humming Bang a Gong in the key of “O”, when she turned around and saw me smoking a cigarette at the back door of the “Sentient Bean”

She whistled through the gap in her front teeth and exclaimed in the unforgivable voice of hers,

 “Well slap my ass and call me Sally “

1. Police
2. Casino
3. Sally
4. Bannister
5. Mediatrix
6. Braking Ugly
7. Suite Fang Fang Wu
8. Night of the Living Drunks
9. Fish on the Brain
10. Randy
11. Gaping Maw

I'm Doomed - 3. Confess

The Pharmo Narco Medical Industrial. Complex says "Under the knife you go."

Never mind that the Mercury rising meds don't fit their criteria or the gear that tracks how high the Merc shall rise; it's "hi ho hi ho to the cutting block you go..."

As described the surgery will be handled akin to the final scenes from the movie "Braveheart".

They upside is that anesthesia will be used and said procedure will not happen in surgeons garage or in a public forum. Apparently that is where some of his best consultations transpire.

But the learned man looks exactly how I would cast a doctor, so what can go wrong,

After all when is the last time a man has been hung drawn and quartered. So maybe quartered isn't in the prognosis.

Yet....

I'm Doomed - 2. Honoré de Balzac

Upon further review, mercury has risen through the roof. Many of my treat types of HTL, HTC, Hot LC are in my blood and I border on the sugar blues.

More Narco Pharmo Mojo is indicated.

But wurst of all (sausage reference intended):

Many unspeakable things have found their was into my balzac. We are not talking Honoré de here.

Plus I have to ask my doctor if I can have nookie.

You would think since she palpitated my Honoré de Balzac doppelganger on our first meeting, asking would be a snap.

But it ain't. 

Reflection

I was driving this train. I was the conductor, engineer, and fire woman. He had lit this flame and I was stoking it up for a full speed ahead cross cuntry trip. 

1 Reflecting On His Toes

2 Reflections Two

3 To Motion Reflected

I'm Doomed - 1. Pharmo Narco Industrial Complex

The Pharmo Narco Industrial Complex has got my coat sleeves. I feel it pulling me into their clutches. For the first sixty years I have never been on "medication" before. Now the siren song of sulfoid derivatives has gotten on my back. Who knows what unspeakable snake oil concoctions they will hook me on next.

Sure the mercury defied gravity, but it should when first introductions are asking to touch my swellings where no swelling should ever be. It was like a nightmare first date without the dinner, or the candlelight, or the drive to, or the drop off at home.

Just Boom.

Cut to the chase.

Touch me here.

Quick

“Looks like a pumpkin patch of delight."

What did he just say?

 “Feels like banana heaven.”

Quick

Quick 

Not Quick Enough 

Quick Like A Bunny 

Quick Thumper Now! 

Quick Breakfast Carrot 

Quick Thumper Good 

Quick Control 

Cum Me To The Quick 

Notes - The Mill

That's when he notices me. He rests his hand on mine but I know it is so my cleavage stays tucked around his arm. His blue eyes swallow me and his attention engulfs me. Suddenly it is just us two in the late night jazz club.

I would not have even noticed Jim staggering out if Lynne had not lingered a bit too long and a bit too close as she left. It almost felt like she had expected Sam to leave with them. Not necessarily with me along was my impression.