Doc in the Hive

When I die , I’d like to finally be able to ride my bike with no handlebars. People who can do so already know their path to Heaven and that’s how they balance. Me , going somewhere else in fear and confusion. Then  we both end up together , after life , with no handlebars and we jump off into the grass. We jumped off because we have t avoid running off the road to our new destination. He lands right next to me. It makes me unhappy to know he might have been mocking me. He didn't seem busy like most of them that I end up close to , close enough to reach out and touch the brain flowing out from their ear. Thank God we’re not on Earth anymore. This is how they all greet me , the no-handle bar girl. I clearly have a destiny , too , despite my fear on Earth. I was meant to touch their wounds. I never fail to attract this interaction into our afterlife because I’m caring , forever and always. 

I drove my Toyota Rav-4 today even though I said I shouldn’t drive anymore. “ It’s only 5 miles , “ I said. I planned on getting two vaccines that I felt the need to contemplate , hoping to draw reasons from needs within the community. Would they appreciate it when they don’t get sick ? I obviously want to prevent myself from getting sick but I also said I was going to quit driving a car anymore. A 70 year old man from Connecticut spoke to me about the music playing at Starbucks after my vaccinations , who said he’s there at the cafe often and that I shall meet him more if I can. I planned to just ride my bike there next time , while driving home. The importance of being consistent about what I planned to change about my life is to clearly get results that are solid. I also don’t want to risk getting in an accident , especially if my chances are lower from driving less. It isn’t fair to neglect outside input and allow myself to break my own rule just because I’m the one who made it. 

My second room aside from a bedroom contains what it shall need to allow me to be paying attention , like that’s paying bills. Ziggy , the umbrella cockatoo , screeches and yells at times , which destroys my will power. For the longest time , he merely urged me to give up on what I was working on. As the precious time went by , I couldn’t escape the truth in his behavior. I think Ziggy is liable to communicate messages about a possibility of all that I could hear if I weren't in here with him. Although there's plenty of traditional things to listen for , I was dealt Ziggy’s wild card of a marital affair. On top of the orgasm I happened to overhear , I’ll have you know the other girl would be proven pure evil and possessed with an intention to distribute what she knows will hurt me. Sometimes , I’d just like to go somewhere ! 

Secretary : “ Name , Birthdate ? “

Me : “ Noel , October 10 2005 “

Secretary : “ Have a seat on the grass “ 

Me : “ WTF , I guess I am officially here then “ 

Secretary : “ Doctor Bee is on his way “

Me : “ I know “