8:26:07- Intrenched in fluorescent sterile light within the confines of this hermetically unpleasant fenestrated Petri-dish of Periwinkle petticoats, meat packing jackets, and evening gowns. Ivigorating blood work, soo;am I running fever? Crayons, paper pen, and hostile apparatus no swab to B-plan drawing out the hours over gurneys and ligature markings like watermark hieroglyhics on lab work that keeps me from painting, penitance, and-I don't think they allow cell phones here.
I'm here because I've either summarized an inviolate of the immenent death or over-prescribed myself to Georgia Restop Number 19. The Ausculatating faces of an RX Nation would resonate well here, rolling white cell undulations that would turn over linen faster than 3rd shift preparations.
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