Gall bladder

Listen to my voice.

Yeah the vicious screech you hear at the back of your head.

Noise.

Static in the radio station.

Hear it.

Try to listen to it, rather than tuning into another channel.

Can you hear the words?

I cant hear them myself.

I spat them out in such spite.

Such anger and frustration.

No one tunes into noise anyway.

And no one can tell channels apart if there was

No noise in between.

I am not philanthropic.

I do not claim to be a bluddy Messiah.

I am so selfish i keep my words to myself,

While i tune into FM stations.

And when i do speak,

It comes out

Unpractised

Garbled words.

They forsake me.

Cheats.

And i scream out

'Cause i cannot cry.

The screech.

Its drilling through my ears.

Its too sharp

Sharp as cut glass

And clear

In spite of all the disturbance.

Pain.

Tune it.
Tune out.

Switch off.

My channel doesnt have any audience rating.

Whats my song today?

Brainwave FM. The earphones were never there....

For all of you who don't know what I am talking about, lemme tell you what Brainwave FM is all about.

Brainwave FM starts playing every morning when i hit the showers. I would be halfway through my bath when the beats start slowly rolling in my head. Usually its a song played on in repeat. But often, there's an entire playlist. Anyway, Brainwave FM sets my mood for the rest of my day.

Brainwave favourites include;

"Raindrops keep falling on my head"/"Little Pooh" : Innocently happy

"Scarborough Fair" : Melancholy

"Lips of an Angel" : Aaaaaah

"Semi-charmed Life" : Oooohoo

"Comfortably Numb" : Psychedelic

High-Energy-Bass-Blasting-Electronic-Music : Aaaaawesomely Charged up

And the music keeps coming back every now and then throughout the day, to remind me how i oughts stay today.

So its not 'cause i am feeling sick, Blame the Music!!