Warrior Poet

Although the ICD was installed and implemented the output of the heart is still about 19%.
At such a weak volume fluid is building up around the heart and lungs. There are some diuretics to ‘draw’ the fluid away from said organs but the fluid seems to wander down to the feet which makes it very painful and difficult to walk.

So, until a balance has been met, the release of jdspc v2.0 to the public has been postponed until further notice. Estimates are not limited to the 29th.

Greetings!

After years of research and punishment,
jdspc v2.0 (BETA) releases today.

Features include:
more stable O/S
quicker recovery times
24/7 remote access (in some countries)
longer lifespan

Not gauranteed to never smoke
The new jdspc v2.0 will no longer be compatible with grain or other alcohols
plus, on occassion will consume a pizza

jdspc v2.0 should be made available to general public May 15th

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One smoke less I guess
One assuming, tired…

each wave is and each curve …
causes waste

I am in a wicked quandry…
I wanna be Rank and Strong…
Forgive the depths
but when a Cricket walks I step…
Lightly I assure
I feel the depths again and I care less for them as they cross the cavernous ways into my very soul…

Bite them I say…Bite them, Damn dogs!!!
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I swear
not easy taking in strays…

Breathing is easy on yer own terms…

He was sitting in the lounge of the Empire Hotel
He was drinking for diversion
He was thinking for himself
A little money riding on the Maple Leafs *
Along comes a lady in lacy sleeves
She says let me sit down
You know, drinkin’ alone’s a shame
It’s a shame it’s a crying shame
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey-you’ve got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle
And we’ll have some laughs
Gin’s what I’m drinking
I was raised on robbery

I’m a pretty good cook
I’m sitting on my groceries
Come up to my kitchen
I’ll show you my best recipe
I try and I try but I can’t save a cent
I’m up after midnight cooking
Trying to make my rent
I’m rough but I’m pleasin’
I was raised on robbery

We had a little money once
They were pushing through a four lane highway
Government gave us three thousand dollars
You should have seen it fly away
First he bought a ‘57 Biscayne *
He put it in the ditch
He drunk up all the rest
That son of a bitch
His blood’s bad whiskey
I was raised on robbery

You know you ain’t bad looking
I like the way you hold your drinks
Come home with me honey
I ain’t asking for no full length mink
Hey, where you going
Don’t go yet
Your glass ain’t empty and we just met
You’re mean when you’re loaded
I was raised on robbery

I had a flea on me
or so it seemed
I did not scream
nor did I flee
I felt alone in this dream

Why would I flee
it was just a dream
so it seemed
and this flea
when I smacked it
did not scream

So what is this to be
a flea in a dream
or a scream about a flea

never the less I did not flee
from the dream
or
the flea

Here it is again…
My Boy…

He died 317

My boy could keep HPD at bay for 45 minutes before my lil bro told him to halt…
Problem was someone tried to get in our house/apt and when they realized Bone was in there they fled…so boy went after them and the door shut behind him leaving him no re-entry…
So he sat in front of that door….
Neighbor came out from across the way and was ‘told’ to get back…thus the police call…

You never crossed my boy…but you could always give hi!m a pizza crust or a half case of bud light….

Good Boy!

Ode to Bone