I woke up ill today. I woke up with nerves mis-firing. My teeth ached and my muscles felt as if they had been laced with broken glass. Words were gone, language deserting me for somewhere more hospitable. I tried to stand but fell. It took me too long to realize that I wasn’t in my own home. I tried to find something familiar. I found a mirror. Who is that? They’re also on the ground. Ah, right. That must be me. I woke again a few hours later, feeling far less deserted by my flesh though still aching. I’m not used to being sick. This starvation thing isn’t working out. I need to die in a far more interesting way. This shutting down of the resources one by one by one just isn’t me. Too trite, you know? I require some flaming inferno so you can see me again one last time on the WIERD NEWS collection in your local paper. Some personality accident where they thought I was trying to assasinate the Queen.
There’s a televert on-line for General Electric that I rather like. It reminds me of Banassi’s Satisfaction, (right click to download). The music is an especially amusing choice.