I listen closely to my intestines as these are my tea leaves. My spoils are my tarot. Tonight there is little rejoicing in my dank rivers and valleys of goo and gut. Today there is a swamp, a sign of the unbalanced.
There are dances required to attain balance and promiscuity in the sea lion and the human alike. One must attempt to act in parallel movements to the animal world. If a seal is unable to form the W, then you also must avoid this curvature. It is a vulgarity. The animal world is never so vulger as my anal construction site. therefore it is in my cards to form family structures, living and dining conditions similar to the sea lion. In spiritual terms, I am the nose of Michael Jackson.
4 comments:
that is nasty. why don't you pull your intestines out? What is that about?
this is satan's way of rewarding you for your illness.
If you are Michael Jackson's nose I am jealous. How I long to be shrunken and receding, plastic and reticulated in this manner. You are obsessed with your poo and your anus, Ham Paw. Please think of your other regions too. What about pee? Why does that not interest you? What about the bulbous hanging genitalia that can happen in strange specimens? What about the pores and bumps? The anus is transcendent, to be sure, but it is not always the focus. I worry. You are a prisoner of your tush.
Your tush is proud of its inner workings. You should not hide it. And yet, there are other places like the pelvis and throat that are suitable for focus and stretching exercises.
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