07 May 2004
Rude Health
Good news: Infinite Thought does not suffer from TB.
The x-ray was normal (and I have a heart too, apparently). So just your average, city-living, heavy-drinkin' (if only I could), lungs-full-of-crud type-thing. Thank Beelzebub for that.
Other exciting news: I have joined a choir. Should help with the breathing, which might come in handy one day.
a fancy I am given a fancy the pantings stops and a breath-clock breath of life head in the bad oxygen for half an hour wake when you choke repeat five times six times that's enough now I know I'm rested my strength restored the day can begin these scraps barely audible of a fantasy (How It Is)
So, choir...not a sex one, cos apparently those exist in my imagination alone (please someone tell me I'm wrong). Eyes raised heaven-wards as I sing the Kyrie from Palestrina's Missa Papae Marcelli in church tho (get thee to a nunnery, pig). It's all very jolly, even if it's full of awkward young men with trousers an inch too short and mad old bints with weird prions in their brains from living with cats for too long...a whole new community! I love people, me, they're well cool.
But it's sad to lose friends [pause for pathos].
Believers, do not choose the infidels rather than the faithful for your friends. Would you give God a clear proof against yourselves? The Koran, 4:141
Anyway, what the fuck am I doing quoting The Recital on a Friday night? Hackney is awash with cheap booze, cheaper sex and erm, three ton of rubbish.
Let the weekend commence....
And, remember, healthy people have no stories.
