She Sells Sea Shells Sanctuary

1. his head just did that

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Cladonota Inflatus. Tree hopper | unknown credit

And I get a little bit Genghis Kahnghis I don’t want you to get it onghis Nobody else but me (ooooh) With nobody else but MeeeeMe

It refers to the bog problem of long distance foot travel over marshy ground, and the fact that every step pulls up more mud to add to the pile on your soles.  It happens gradually; you don’t notice it until your feet have effectively doubled in size and weight, and you’re dragging ten pounds of caked-on slime below the knee.  Every step is torture, every motion is a burden, it gets so bad when you’re tired and not paying attention and watching for crocodiles that you just don’t notice how heavy you are until you can’t take another step.

Then you scrape your boots off, and you start over.

Marshes are liminal places.  The portal between land and sea, water giving way to dirt giving way to more water.  Humans learn to float, houses walk on stilts.  Matter is digested, dirt and rain are purified, new life swarms from the mire.  You never arrive in the swamp, you only pass through.