Funny the last post was called Waiting. Now I wait on the most important decision in my life. Um, I just didn’t want didn’t want to finish that last sentence with awhile. Not that I don't feel it like that: This is the most important decision in all of human history. And it’s all up to you, my precious blood.
I don’t know if this is a test you’ve passed before and they expect it to continue, thus all the talk of going home they throw around. This is what I hope. Not that I’m saying you can’t handle the high hurdles my blood, but why not something manageable, something you can clear in a hop so you can continue to run your race smoothly, because who likes the steeplechase? No, we want you to go Edwin Moses-like through the hurdles and every hurdle race. Please. Continue to be good, continue to be gold. My blood I envisioned you gold when they drew you. I envision you gold when they spin, and gold when parse you out into results. Please be gold. Gold, healthy. That is what I wish for you, and for us.
Take me home.
So much hinging upon your golden globulin... I see it as it is being drawn, light gleaming with a golden shimmer dancing up from the tube, ohhhs and ahhhs of awe from all who see it, a thing of beauty, surely!
ReplyDeleteGolden globulin, I love it. And yes, there was also a chorus of angels that attended it (they were taking a break from their Paramount bed duties).
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