Trip to the ER - my heart rate was going wooshy ga ga (160~)

[Taverner]

4. I'm better with some Atavar

I feel loopy, but not lost..no not lost

I feel reborn - out of the scaly ethyl exoskeleton I pry apart the thorax and outer body to expose a scared, shivering, milk white pupa inside. Shall this be me? Is this me?

Some where inside it, my old heart would beat

Some where inside it, my old hands could play guitar

Somewhere inside it, my old mind could write beautiful melodies and harmonies

Perhaps he's still there... don't know


I must consult the most holy scripturies: which in this case is Paul McCartney's "Red Rose Speedway."