Tom

i love shutting my brain off to eat because what if one day i can’t turn it back on? what if one day after being stuffed and lingering on a food coma my head just stays empty and docile, and i forget how to turn it back on. i forget i can turn it back on. something in there broke and now more is all there is. lazily opening my mouth for anything that’ll make my lard-coated brain feel so nice and fuzzy in the way i like it. constant chewing swallowing chugging. stretching my stomach more and more and more for reasons i don’t remember but it’s not like i remember any reason to stop either. hazily waddling around and passing by people who might know me, but who i don’t need to recognize anymore because they are not me growing. they are not more. i only need more.

Sometimes when I hear about the specific foods someone has eaten, I imagine it inside their stomach. From the outside, their stomach looks completely normal. But I imagine the hidden turmoil within. All that food chewed up, broken down, slowly being squeezed and mashed into mush. Dissolving into a homogenous paste, a soup of chyme, smearing their stomach lining. The food is completely destroyed and annihilated in spectacular fashion. This process is unseen by all, and felt by nobody. They're just going about their day, oblivious to all of that happening inside them...

Need to rest my head on a loud, noisy belly... just listening to it and letting it overpower the loudness of my own thoughts, even for just a little bit

Divine 🥵