Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. This week I haven't been very fine, well or dandy myself, due to trying to deal with getting the run-around with a referral to a mitochondrial specialist, which has been unresolved since December 2016 (yes, 11 months of being in limbo ). Anyway, while I wait to hear back from someone, anyone about this, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, chosen at random, is the Moody Blues' classic "Tuesday Afternoon" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Angel 26 Is Holding Control
Into the fire before Sunday,
I will never see
Thompson's road in this article.
Grim stories possible;
find the conscience of the now.
In the autumn on the beautiful, I can
explain the same degree of homology.
Strangulation in meditative lining reached 8 foci.
Leave the day exactly as the obvious kind.
Angel 26 is holding control.
Private, disabled, beautiful, see
early trivializing time signs.