Tuesday, March 24, 2015

OINTMENTS AND UNGUENTS

Ointments and unguents were smeared all over my body, pills and potions poured down my throat. Many a formula were injected into my bloodstream. But still I was not right. They isolated me in a special room where, under dim light, I listed to records and drank rum and stroked and played with my hair and blew bubbles and occasionally had a hot bath. This seemed to be helping, but they would have to keep me here a while to make sure.

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