swallowing raze when the sack of meat you've been saddled with grows exhausted enough that something as simple as the contracting and relaxing of muscles moved by your mind becomes an elaborate undertaking, you might find yourself attempting to swallow your daily zinc supplement only for the pill to still its descent halfway down your throat. after all your best efforts fail to free the solid mass of medicine from its unlit prison of soft tissue and spit, you'll think of a cat coughing up a hairball and instinctively vomit varnished vitamin into the air, the same way milk left your mouth when your body was too new to know what it's now learning to forget forty years too soon. 250601 what's it to you? who go blather from