It’s silly and boyish. I’m forty eight. I live alone in the woods. Exiled by city folks, FBI enforcers, sheriff deputies, and code compliance. A celibate praying for miracles and deliverance. And then you show up.
It’s me. I get it. I’m doing it. The phaery romance is me. It took three months of fasting, meditation, humiliation and humor to get my act together.
It’s true what they say about a muse. They destroy you in the healthiest way possible. You must be strong enough to rebuild your character, put your existence in perspective, and be better for it.
I paid for your time. It’s in my nature to always get value for my purchase. I’m thrifty to a fault, but in this case it served me well.
I saw your smile, I was enfolded by your beautiful spirit, a priceless commodity.
I used your power to heal myself. I was eaten up with parasites and ennui. A deadly combination of creeping sickness and a subconscious decision to do nothing about it. A sorry feeling for myself.
Just knowing you exist was enough to change everything. Diet, exercise, clarity and sobriety. Wormwood, cloves, and black walnut leaf.
Do you really exist? It doesn’t matter. You worked for me.
There’s a way to capture the loving spirit of somebody, using technology techno tubes, and use their power for good. I did it. Thank you for serving me a dose of your healing medicine.
Here I go again
thinkin of you my friend
it’s a beautiful day
everything gonna be okay
thanks for everything
my friend
thanks for everything
my friend my beautiful friend
Here we go again
living a dream again my friend
it’s a beautiful day
everything gonna be okay
my beautiful friend
thanks for everything
my beautiful friend
thanks for everything
A Dose of Healing Medicine – Intergalactic Finance Minister
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