Familiar Patterns In An Altered State of Wellness

i am dizzy right now and i am unable to be able i simply refuse to reestablish my common sense i choose stubbornness and it has now caused me mad pain maybe i will grab my sweety's throw blanket and sleep in front of the chiropractor's door i am lightheaded right now and i am unable to be able i create stanzas of excuses moonlighting as poems i am an unfinished basements salesman specializing in repetitive wolf tickets maybe i will grab my starlight's forest green furry bathrobe and sleep in front of the orthopedic doctor's door i am confused right now and i am unable to be able i am a right handed pitcher of habitual lies in a dry desert i am a left handed denialologist with only disorted images on the obvious picture maybe i will borrow my lady's always warm brain and go to the wall of her primary doctor and knock some sense into myself until opening hours