Gastric symphonies

[smokingboot]

I have never heard my stomach make these noises before, like the songs of a jungle, lost in time and methane, where winged reptiles chitter and dark swamp things reply.

But it's the creaking I find most disturbing. Perhaps I am the good ship Demeter reborn in human shape, half-recollecting the lurch into Whitby with Drac's coffin in my hold and a dead man lashed to my wheel. Maybe I am a formica cyborg with a dodgy chip and nobody told me. Or we could just stick to the feasible and accept that a tree ent is going to burst out of my stomach any minute.

I need a new set of intestines, preferably quiet ones. These look nice*

http://www.strangebuttrewe.com/knitgi.htm

One wonders if the pattern comes with instructions on how to knit contents. That would be quite sweet; soft pink intestines out of which you squeeze little crocheted chocolate ovals; squeeze hard enough and you could hit someone across the room with them.

OK, that made me laugh and when I laugh, the dinosaurs/swamptrolls meep and gibber. Time to lie down.

Despite the cacophony, I feel a lot better today. Who'd have thought improvement would be so loud?

*with thanks to the magnificent itsjustaname

Comments

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

Well, you wouldn't want to mistake it for part of the pattern now would you?

Yes, the whole thing is magnificent, as are you:-)