Jaws I am sorry for the somewhat depressing previous post. It has come to my attention that certain people think I am in 'a funk' - this observation derived solely from my blog posts. I do not mean to be funky. I want to be happy like a pink bunny who has corn. And I wish to make you happy, dear reader. But the truth is I am in some physical pain at the moment. My left jaw is rather swollen and it is quite painful to eat, speak, smoke or drink. I am subsisting on pieces of toast and all manner of cold liquids. Alchohol seems to numb everything so I partake liberally. I wait patiently for things to subside, but feel generally blah.

This reminds me of an essay Paul Auster once wrote about the relationship between eating and speaking. Both activities being centered in the mouth. Eating is about entry, whereas speaking is about escape, and the mouth forms a sort of portal that fascilitates them both. The body has more than one orifice (for some reason I disklike this word intensely) of course, but only the mouth is...

*at this point Betta felt too tired and miserable to carry on*

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