it is 4:36AM in the land of the limabean and all is well well well well…
this never happened
"What’s that Lassie, Mr Ande has fallen down another well. Don’t worry girl, Mr. Ande has some peculiar habits / unusual likes and dislikes / antinormal existence parameters, and sometimes he prefers the wet - cool - quiet life of a welllver (person who lives in wells) let him do what he wants - let hm be what he will be - let hm spend the night down there / he needs to rehydrate anyway."
while I was rehydrating I wrote this…
I woke up feeling incredibly good, almost too good, although it is almost impossible to feel too good - be too happy - appear too good looking, somehow I managed it. This is strange and quite unnerving, this bouncing from feeling the worst I have I have ever felt in my life, with pain in places that don’t even have names, barely able to walk to the bathroom, going from this - I dont give a damn about anything and if I wasn’t so scared of death I would give up and die, living hell to a palatable euphoria of the highest order... my mind and body in sync with the universe where i have the energy, along with the cognitive and emotional wherewithal to accomplish tasks I found difficult when I was19. It is during these both frequent and rare moments that I become more than the sum of my missing parts I become UberAndy.
It both was the best of times …it was the worst of times …
Yin / Yang - Night / Day - Good / Bad - Happy / Sad - girl/boy = the duality of existence is everywhere, it cannot be denied cannot be ignored. This UberAndy, who lives way up on Big Rock Candy Mountain or as he calls it Gr00vyLÅnd, cannot live alone, he must share his home and all of his Earthly and Heavenly possessions with that other Andy the one whose real name we dare not speak. I can’t have one without the other. At the present moment I feel that this is a fair trade. I have been sentenced to life without parole and sent to an inescapable prison with no walls for committng a crime that doesn’t exist, but the food is really good the girls are pretty and they have free] WiFi. My life is based on the barter system.
I believe this duality, UberAndy and the other guy, is accomplished mainly by my appropriate and monitored use of medication (synthetic dopamine ] which for all intents and purposes is the same as the dopamine that my body used to produce on its own. This chemical, among other things, is the internal drug that gives you ability to get out of bed when apathy, inertia and common sense scream otherwise. I call it the joint god smokes with you that make you feel life is worth living when we all know full well nothing should cost that much. Put smiley face here.
\Don’t worry GentleReaders I will only use the super powers of UberAndy for good.
The following is a completely fabricated - falsified - full of feigned functionality, forlorn yet fantastically familiar and fortuitous list of UberAndy’s superpowers.
#1 None. he has none - all of his powers are run of the mill everyday powers, the same ones everybody else has. UberAndy just talks and writes (quite eloquently I might add) about his more.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\