It is a bright summer day when a little boy
I recently went into the hospital for a heart catheter test. I ended up having a stent placed in the most serious valve of my heart; which was, by the way, 80 PERCENT BLOCKED. I suppose if it is a hundred, that's it. I did it to myself, of course: that all-fat, no-carbohydrate diet I was doing for months and months. I figure I nearly committed ketogenic suicide
To your right, the summer dawn awakens the leaves and lazy mists, the noises in this corner of the park; in the slope to the left, in their violet shade, lie the gratings of a thousand wheel ruts in the moist earth. A parade of Fairies? No, in actuality, the wagons loaded with animals of wood and gold; wooden poles holding up the multi-colored canvases, gallop behind, at a grand speed, twenty spotted circus horses, and men and babes astride astounding beasts. Twenty wagons of the most striking aspect, decked out with flags and flowers, like something from an ancient legend, full of children attired as for a suburban pastoral.--At the same time, coffins passed there too, their canopies of night rising above ebony plumes, behind the step of great blue-and-black mares.
Formerly, assuming I remember correctly, my life was a banquet, wherein all hearts were open, and all wines flowed. One night, I sat beauty on my lap.—And I found her to be bitter.—And I hurled abuse at her.