Noah is In My Soul

I don't think I'll ever get close to anyone again because I'm never comfortable enough around someone to speak. My mouth gets steeled shut and my petty emotions seep through my eyes, occsaisonally in the form of a salty discharge. They are definately the windows into my stomach. If enough potion is ingested into my stomach my eyes get so large Noah and his ark are able to come inside me and float around on my acids. The acids eventually eat up the boat but Noah, by heroic effort, is able to dig his fingers into the lining of my stomach and climb back out my eyes. His frantic clawing causes internal hemoraging and gives me a tanglible reason to cry about, as he duly notes angrily over his shoulder as he leaves. It is for this that I love him. More so even than his determined love for animals and rational disregard for human life.

Leopold Bloom

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