Recently I’ve been feeling a little woozy. I think it’s because I’m
not eating as much as I usually do. This isn’t intentional, however not completely favorable. Why search for outside of this room when I can search for satisfaction within?
I should just pull out my small intestine and gnaw on it ’til it
rips. It’s like a snake made out of mucous and tissue that’s decorated
with braided veins and slithers about in my body. The snake stays in
touch with my stomach by biting down with its fangs so it never loses
that connection needed at meal time for proper digestion. It’s quite
ropy and slippery, but I can get a good grip on it with my canines if I
bite down hard enough. They’re sharp enough to the point that I can
sever the veins that imprison my half-digested meals. I can ingest the
same carbohydrates, lipids, and proteins over and over; hopefully it
will satisfy my hunger before I faint and fall on something sharp. I
wouldn’t want that sharp object to spill meals all over the carpet and
let them go to waste. The hungry are in abundance elsewhere, so I need to be grateful for what I have inside.
I could’ve plunged my arm deep into my esophagus to catch my food
before it bathes in gastric acid. This reason, in particular, is why I
will choose my small intestine over my stomach. If I pushed my face
into a pool of stomach acid like it was a pie-eating contest, the
hydrochloric content would burn my skin and ultimately dissolve my
entire face. There’s not much I can do if my body melts into some kind
of gelatin. You know when people express their pleasure with chocolate
by saying, “It melts in my mouth!” Deadly pH levels can make that dream
a reality.
Who’s hungry?
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