Doctor Feelgood
Returning – albeit momentarily to those melancholy or is it mordant internet lovers we left some time ago…
She (As Lost Soul): It is true I do not like the idea of coming winter, but it was not that I was thinking.
He (as her Romeo, Knight Rider): Let me guess. ‘Tis the treacherous flight, the deceitful arc –
She (as begrudging Kola): How ‘bout the fatal ramming?
He (as the Monkhouse): Oh, that old chest-pain! We of the walking wounded etc. – (As Self) - That’s what they want, after all… You only option is to forget, participate in the collective “amnesia is easier”.
She (Smiling finally as self): Doctor Feelgood? –
He (Smiling too): Yes, Doctor Feelgood, read through Doctor Savage.
She: Suppose you are right. Must bow to the inevitable, sea change of seasonal forgetting.
He: Either that, or fast forward to the end of the Reich.
She (As Lost Soul): It is true I do not like the idea of coming winter, but it was not that I was thinking.
He (as her Romeo, Knight Rider): Let me guess. ‘Tis the treacherous flight, the deceitful arc –
She (as begrudging Kola): How ‘bout the fatal ramming?
He (as the Monkhouse): Oh, that old chest-pain! We of the walking wounded etc. – (As Self) - That’s what they want, after all… You only option is to forget, participate in the collective “amnesia is easier”.
She (Smiling finally as self): Doctor Feelgood? –
He (Smiling too): Yes, Doctor Feelgood, read through Doctor Savage.
She: Suppose you are right. Must bow to the inevitable, sea change of seasonal forgetting.
He: Either that, or fast forward to the end of the Reich.
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