I have spoken of subhuman evolutionary inheritance entailing losing your brain and heart and concentration of physiological singularity similar to one-celled mudslime.
Such a development, native to forest tree stumps, does prodding with numerous nuclei directed at, and seeking human waste, dead matter, and general filth.
Do it. It is not incredibly smart, the mudslime. “Shake-a-loose the slim form’s embrace” let’s you know it perchance tightens around your chest and you cannot breath.
If it goes where two be aware of it’s temporary grip which is a scare and a laugh and harmless for the onset.
Maybe things are too wet. Drying them by the fireplace gives you peace of mind.
Maybe a little less prodding. Do you good.
Abraham Boulder.
