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12-11-2011, 12:09 AM
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| Introducing: "The Good Doctor" by Nicholas Reaume, and inspired by Pink Floyds Comfortably Numb Well hello there! I’m sorry to be so blunt here, but, is there anybody in there? I’m sure the trauma is as bad as it can be, and it my hurt, but still, nod if you can hear me. Is there someone I can call, will there be anyone home? Good man, I know how it feels to be left all alone. C’mon friend, I was told that you feel like you just got hit by a train. I’m here to let you know exactly how to ease your pain, get out of this hole, and on your feet. And yes, you will walk again. The first thing you need to do is forget about the past. Unwind, and relax. Now take a few breaths, communication is the key. We need some information now. First, don’t you see? Don’t beat around the bush I only want the facts! Show me where the pain is, tell me where it hurts. Let me see your agony in Sharp! Painful! Bursts! This where I’m suppose to tell you that this is all a game, and there really is no pain. Stupid Fool! You can hear my lies, believe them if you wish, if I do a good enough job, you’d be receding like the smoke of a distant ship. And at this point, you should be a bit traumatized. Now, the pain is still there, and I’m only a masquerade. When you try to talk, it only comes through in waves. Like a drug, you want some more. You’re even willing to pay! But you know what? When your lips move I don’t hear what you say. Does it seem to you now, that I’m not really a shrink? Take it as you will, because this will tickle you pink: Lets reverse the tables, let me cry to you. Here, tell me whet you think: “When I was at the young age of... Who cares I was a child. I was bitten by a sick rat, and my mom went wild! I broke out in a fever of about a hundred and two. And my hands blew up like two hot air balloons. It was a scary adventure, I will admit, but it seems today something else has made me this sick. The fever is back, I don’t know what to say, and I just can’t explain…” I’m sorry, I’ll stop. You have your own problems that you cannot explain. I am your doctor now, but this has got to be wrong because this is not who I am! I don’t know what the **** I’ve become. Why can’t I just be comfortably numb? Ok, ok, ok, ok, I’m sorry about this whole outburst of emotion! You are my patient, and you will try my newest potion. Finer than the opium of Afghanistan. Sicker, and dirtier than the speed of Californialand. Stickier than the Thai stick sold in Amsterdam. It’s just a little pinprick, so here, give me your hand… See isn’t that nice? There will be no more Ahhs, Woos, or cry-baby Boo-Hoos. Welcome to my realm, it’s normal to feel a little sick. Stand up, sit down, turn all the way around. Do the hokey-pokey kid, I think it’s working now, good! No matter what your problem is, they are all the same. Try my newest medicine, it will take away the pain. You can march on now, the show must go on, your time with me is up son. Pay me, now be gone. Wait! Here take some of this with you, be kind and share with your friends. Bring me strung out little junkies, and I’ll keep you high till the end. Next time your low, and don’t know where to go, try some of my medicine, and watch the pain go. Away with the tide, the burning, sinking ship, and it’s smoke receding out on the horizon before your eyes. I must have been a psychic, when I was but a child. The doctors always told my mom I was a hyperactive fantasy and my delusions were just wild. Hallucinations are real! Even for the sober passer-byes. ‘Cause I kept getting this fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. A glimpse that I would one day, be a healing man. I would attract, seduce, addict, and kill all who touched my healing hand. The good doctor, must now say good bye. I turned, and looked to my own medicine, got too high, and died. The dream that I would one day succeed, achieve, and belong: is not even a thought now! The child is grown, and the dream is long-gone. None of this chaos would have ever begun, if I just listened to mom, and become Comfortably Numb! -nick 2004  |
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