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The nurse who gave me the injection smiled and said “you’ll sleep and won’t feel a thing”.” But my wonderful woman do I want to know and feel everything do not cheat me of my own death” I whispered but she didn’t hear me A momentarily fear, then the light dimmed and I was enveloped by a silken darkness, now I was weightless and could be everywhere at once. Stars are not distant and cold, tenderly they absorbed me in a mild embrace and the Milky Way was full of fat brown cows mooing softly as I flew passed. When they wheeled me into the theatre the surgeon was smoking a Havana cigar which he left on a kidney shaped dish, its aroma wonderful and I inhaled deeply. With a scalpel he cut an apple in half nodded satisfied…sharp enough. Switched on a sharp eye hurting light that had green dots dancing around bent over me, and cut my chest open, I was fearless standing behind him whispering surgical jokes about things left behind in cavities. He suddenly smiled and told the nurse a filthy joke about a penis that could talk, she giggled and dropped her cigarette… I didn’t smile at all. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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