the wurms talk through me, tell me when to eat, sleep, drink...when to get in the car to go to the supermarket for more supplies, who's wurms to talk to...and this morning

one of them escaped.

there is nothing more disgusting than me, newp...keep thinking, and nothing...nothing you may think of can compare.

the wurms request a cease of movement and to snuggle down into intestinal wallage. i must sleep.

nini.