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warning signs

got this spreading, tingling, numbing, pulsating, stabbing, throbbing, pain that won’t take a vacation, that won’t give itself a rest, that won’t lighten up & i’m wondering doc, if this is a warning sign that i, as a human, just wasn’t built to live beyond 30… and yet we insist as a fervently curious technologically progressive species, that i should. in this interim between the biological & the transhuman, between the transhuman & the enhanced version of whatever might be left of me if my dice are rolled right, i eagerly await your diagnosis.

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Date: 3/18/2013 7:05:00 PM
Andrew, I hope the diagnosis results are only a nice and sweet warning, that you are having the time of your life.. or about toooo. Enjoyed stopping by to read your poem. Always* LINDA
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Date: 3/19/2013 12:28:00 AM
@PoetDestroyer. Thanks so much for the concern---just a poem though, a yarn spun from looking around : )