Smoothly surrounded I found it

Doctors all around- their voices jumbled muffled lingo—cerebellum, say what of a cranial “vent” drilled through my skull, their bellies bereft of abs or fat, all at that, and this little Miss or Misses, bringing kisses and hugs—limp minuscule shrugs—sifting it all away, how about Demi Glacé on pork loin or the Swished Sweden’s meatballs of spice, so nice to taste, eaten it all, been the large portion neck of a Fork and lifting trucks benign with a straight-male Pieces squiggled line, all mine, done to sprayed hoses, you all Kleenex bloating noses of what-not but buttered and moist, snot-rag handkerchief, hung a Hollywood Christmas “wreath” wealth and health standing proud and tall, and my gifted sense, reduced legs of 3.5” in 2005 but I’m still alive—“TBI SURVIVOR” words of glory, some short stories... many “Soliloquies”—neato, best of me, Internet storage, come and see, my www.wrxtbi.com and www.alwayschillen.com reading/writing and mowing the lawn, humming to the Saxophone! ring ring ring, so ***grin***