Somehow, somewhere along the line most recently, I seem to have lost my pharyngeal (read: gag) reflex and now the soft palette at the back of my mouth has mutated away from being made of private productivity and coy colour that it was, before. All of a sudden I'm sticking my fingers, the middle blistered, way back in my throat and nothing is stopping me from going until I puke out all of the shitty sounds and words that are in my brain and body.
And this is strange and violent and I cannot tell what changed but something must have, right? And I cannot even tell if this is, you know, right, or O.K., but hell, the pants I am wearing today are salmon and I have to do something with my time other than writing about development anthropology versus the anthropology of development or something like that which I cannot even remember.
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salmon?
You know, like, the colour.
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