A little voice that`s not quite your own. Count backwards from ten. Yellow
jelly shot hard in vein. I want to talk to you again. This is Jennings, your
anesthetist. We think we`ll go in through the mouth. Watch the lights, go
from heat to toe. Doped up and coasting down the hall. Now I`m talking through
my pen. Do you read me? Am I bleeding? Am I blessed again? Suddenly hear so
clearly again. Wake up screaming so far from home. Incontinent off continent.
The tears are warm. The body`s numb. Get your coat, your ride is here.