Therefore my medical problem, IF I have one, must be that the fingers in my bowels are misery mongers, holding on to what they ought not to, as though it were a savory nut. And they keep it there for a while until they know they've made me sick. That is why my bowels shut down when there is too much grief ingested. And that's why then I can't breathe deeply, as the mounting piles of bad "nuts" are cluster fucking the walls of my intestines, and crowding my lungs.