' I always seem to find my ass lodged in the sofa,' cried a disgruntled man to wife.
' And my eyes, void, absorbed by the television screen.'
' It also seems my mind is deteriorating at an unbearably, sluggish rate.'
' I try, sometimes, to imagine what it looks like, my mind,' he said.
' I picture a charred fetus writhing in a mess of mothers intestines, unable to dislodge nor recede. '
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