"Cancer Won't Cancel My Crazy"
A (Short) Letter To Chasers! including Link To (GI) Cancer News/Progress/Upset / UPDATE - Playlist - EXIT SONG.
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22 October 2024
Dear Chasers💗:
Its almost midnight which seems to be my time, our time this time is a good time. I’m struggling to keep warm tonight. I feel tender in the stomach and now attribute every ache, pain, sneeze, cough, fart down to the possibility of me having this suspected Lower gastric-something (GI) Cancer. If you haven’t heard about my ongoing health scare/crisis please catch up with me here:
“it’s our time down here!”
I always say Goonie shit whenever I feel like this. What do I feel like? Well, more like I’m inbetween feelings. Maybe I should have said, “Friends - Substack Friends!” or more appropriate Sub-Wanker!
That’s one way to avoid building a bigger subcount is to mention Sub-Wankers! I didn’t mean you guys… you already know this man. I’m just playing with my food. NO! Not YOU (again, No.). WORDS. I’m playing with my words and without breaking into song, or getting said song stuck in my head now, WORDS are all I have to take (your heart) my mind away from the magical place which is (quite surreal) that I am faced with in the freezing silence this evening, not so much a dark place just a place I tend to avoid-by-magic on most days. REALITY. I see it as a destination. I avoid it at all costs. How do we know what reality is? Well we have evidence of course. We can detect it with one or all of our SENSES. My eyes could never see the blood in my shit, it’s occult blood invisible to the eye. But it’s there still. I could feel all those unexplained pains and I spend my days going over myself again and again wiling the pain away by putting my health to rights in a way which made complaints become companions to my paranoia. “Oh you’re such a hypochondriac Chase!” yeah whatever.
Why The Title:
I’m still getting paranoid about my relationship. I might have no time left to live and my brain is concerning itself with wondering IF my partner had a fucking WANK in the pictures today while he went to watch TERRIFIER 3 he looked terrified alright, just by the look on my face when he got home. I haven’t told him much of what was harassing my skull. I just asked him outright. It was a firm NO and “fuck off you sick twat Chase” I worry about him suffering in silence. He is very upset about my condition (still under investigation nothing has been confirm yet). I’m such a dickhead. Cancer Won’t Cancel My Crazy.
Playlist:
I am such a wanker too! (sorry)
I can’t finish this newsletter. Too weak. Tired. I’ll jump off now.
…EXIT…SONG…
Yours appreciatively, (and forever indebted to you for your company) remember I said; I am “considerably yours!” HA! Hugs & BIG Love, Health & Happiness, FROM: Chasey Delaney💗 ..x
Great article. Very expressive. I used Melrose powdered calcium ascorbate to cure everything. Epigenetics by Bruce Lipton on yt is also enlightening for getting new ideas on living better. All the best. Keep up the good work.