Hand over hand, he slid it up past the sinus that sphinctered and wheezed wetly around the plastic, and Jimmy grinned when the jug fogged with his breath, proving he’d made a tight seal. This egged him on as the tube caught for a moment against the back wall of his sinuses — a dull knock against the door to his brain, somewhere behind his eye sockets — and with one big shove he pushed it through the membrane and into the stringy fibrous underside of his cerebrum. —Mike Arnzen —An Ounce of Brains (The Dream People)
Sick, sick, sick. I love flash fiction. (The link may disappear when the new issue comes out… but maybe they’re clever enough to account for that. We’ll see.)
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