My virtual assistant at the Hospital tells me that
some of my symptoms could indicate a series of various
conditions:
re boot your kidneys, take a drop of blood and
bluetooth it into the ai dish provided… Can I have curry sauce
and four salts with that, my drive-through toots a horn
‘move up ya cunt! or il reboot you he screams…
ah fuck off, ya prick. Oh no not you doctor…
Could Sir wait in the zoom lane for yir fillet o fash ..
nice one. Hope psycho don’t stop.
Go and fuck yirsel I scream in reality or virtually or
x or fb or insto, in non-zoom
time… I hope its not cancer.
The kid on doctor on the screen has made a number of
suggestions as to the lump in my throat.
Take a knife to it.
Go private.
Die in the queue.
Sorted.
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James McLaughline
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