Update of eerie inner matters
2005-08-20 - 12:08 a.m.

I believe that my brain has become a home for interesting foliage.

Is it odd that I'm unsure of happenings inside my own anatomy? Last week I saw a family of tortoises hauling corn out of my ankles.

"Harvest," is all they said.

So, apparently there are vast fields of corn inside my legs. What else could be going on that I do not know about?

There was a time when all that went on inside of my body was real and sensical. It was yellow, smooth, and tasted like an intense marinade. Now I haven't a clue.

Things change, of course.

Actually, I'm somewhat excited by this mystery within my body. I am someone new.

Perhaps I'm now made of candy and my heart beats peppermints.

You can't imagine the sorts of conversations going on in my knees. Wild indeed.

Has anyone got a clue as to how one would enter one's own body to explore the exoticness brewing inside of one's self?

My identity is not the mystery. I am becoming more and more certain of this. The mystery lies in the fact that every morning I wake up with my bum painted gold. Who is doing this? I suspect some creature sneaking out of my body to decorate the exterior of their habitat.

Tonight I am quite honestly going to write "hello" on my bum before I go to sleep. I would write more, but it is really difficult to write on your own ass.

I have just discovered a deposit of grapefruit and batons in my bicep. Excuse me while I twirl and snack.

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