Imagine we are all apples hanging out on the tree of life. One day, a great big black horse called Death rides up to this lovely bunch of apples and it picks one it wants to pluck off the branch. At first it just nibbles in sharp piercing stabs, but as it becomes more determined, it wraps it warm slavering mouth about the apple and starts yanking and pulling until, all at once, as though it got a bad taste in its mouth, it lets go. The apple has the joyous feeling of flying through the air, spittle flying off its shiny red surface into the sky until the pendulum of the branch swings back the other way and it is shaken vigorously, gasping for air.

This is a little bit what it is like to be sick with a 102.5 fever for two days. ...Bleh.

That sounds awful. And yet, strangely delicious. Hope you feel better!
» Zanzibar on 2012-01-28 05:48:25

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