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Red glare · 06-13-2013, 11:39 PM

Epilogue

1972

Dr. Fu Zhan sat stone faced in his rocking chair, pondering at the pond.
A young woman had visited him with Cancer, and she was too chronic to be calm.
He looked at the water, meditating, underneath a shadow of flocking swans -
Dr. Fu Zhan was dazzled by this American Woman, of long legs and locks of blond..
He listened on... nod......nod and..... nod
She had been recommended to him; by Doctor John Q
A doctor amongst doctors - "A modern job"..
..
Dr. Fu Zhan was a man of miracles; he who worked, to the bong of gongs,
Divine Intervention from, the powers that be, from the cosmic beyond.
. .
He saw a stump covered in moss and mushrooms rotten from storms, rotten to the core; dislodged,
And thought of his porch - built of its corpse, mahogany, so far gone from it's decomposited form...
.
High in the mountains of Taiwan, in the swirl of the oxygen swarms
High in the mist of the heavens, where the Oxen is born
Stood a young woman - reciting the scriptures from her pocket Koran;
She wanted to 'win her last marathon' before she trotted along...

Doctors in the states said it was ‘’improbable’’

Impossible was not option for Mom..
..
.
The village consoled our family, at an altitude that distorted the sobs.
Hawks crying over the chorus of psalms
Dr. Fu Zhan knew of a healing method, that yesterdays world had forgotten -
forgot...
Medical magic, with a doctrine from God
No diagnostic.
No wand..
No cancerous tumor in the bloody-clutch of sterile operative tongs.
He performs his ultrasound - listening to the body for the throbbing - the clog;
Then pokes a hole in the skin like Halloween, sheets, ghosts, goblins and RAAGhH!
The shock, of the electrical impulse causes the meter-to-teeter-totter-and-wobb
Overwhelmed with such stimulus, her lungs fumigate, with toxic smog,
Exhaling cancer, dragon breath chars the logs.....
..
.
Dr Fu Zhan walks over to the stump he'd seen before and claws at the bark with a sword of bronze and dabs the sap running out with a cotton swab.
As he turns around - the cured woman crosses the finish line - in an accomplished jog.

Acupuncture

Poking holes, in theory, unstops the block..
When against all odds - detox responds

QI

06-13-2013, 11:39 PM	#2
Red glare Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 189 Battle Record: 7-9 Rep Power: 0	"Poking Holes In Theories" Epilogue 1972 Dr. Fu Zhan sat stone faced in his rocking chair, pondering at the pond. A young woman had visited him with Cancer, and she was too chronic to be calm. He looked at the water, meditating, underneath a shadow of flocking swans - Dr. Fu Zhan was dazzled by this American Woman, of long legs and locks of blond.. He listened on... nod......nod and..... nod She had been recommended to him; by Doctor John Q A doctor amongst doctors - "A modern job".. .. Dr. Fu Zhan was a man of miracles; he who worked, to the bong of gongs, Divine Intervention from, the powers that be, from the cosmic beyond. . . He saw a stump covered in moss and mushrooms rotten from storms, rotten to the core; dislodged, And thought of his porch - built of its corpse, mahogany, so far gone from it's decomposited form... . High in the mountains of Taiwan, in the swirl of the oxygen swarms High in the mist of the heavens, where the Oxen is born Stood a young woman - reciting the scriptures from her pocket Koran; She wanted to 'win her last marathon' before she trotted along... Doctors in the states said it was ‘’improbable’’ Impossible was not option for Mom.. .. . The village consoled our family, at an altitude that distorted the sobs. Hawks crying over the chorus of psalms Dr. Fu Zhan knew of a healing method, that yesterdays world had forgotten - forgot... Medical magic, with a doctrine from God No diagnostic. No wand.. No cancerous tumor in the bloody-clutch of sterile operative tongs. He performs his ultrasound - listening to the body for the throbbing - the clog; Then pokes a hole in the skin like Halloween, sheets, ghosts, goblins and RAAGhH! The shock, of the electrical impulse causes the meter-to-teeter-totter-and-wobb Overwhelmed with such stimulus, her lungs fumigate, with toxic smog, Exhaling cancer, dragon breath chars the logs..... .. . Dr Fu Zhan walks over to the stump he'd seen before and claws at the bark with a sword of bronze and dabs the sap running out with a cotton swab. As he turns around - the cured woman crosses the finish line - in an accomplished jog. Acupuncture Poking holes, in theory, unstops the block.. When against all odds - detox responds QI Last edited by Red glare; 06-21-2013 at 03:04 PM.