February 2009
32 posts
Listen
“Soft infinitesimal showers of microscopic bugs fanned down on my face as I...”
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It was all a dream
I remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner:
then one day I choked on a bit of bone and ever since then I have not been able to eat fish or look at them or really even think about them; i feel their evil writhy scaly bodies flapping around in their dying throes, wriggling in my mouth, throat & chest with their gormless eyes glazed and bleeding, mouths gaping like...
Ill.
I think minor discomfort has led to some regression
I wish it was still alright to be obsessed with bodily functions; it would be nice if you could install cameras & flashlights into organs to watch them at their job.