his whole abdomen would move up and down, farting out the words. it was unlike anything i ever heard, a bubbly, thick, stagnant sound, a sound you could smell. see this man worked for the carnival, and it started as a kind of novelty ventriloquist act. but after a while the ass started talking on it's own, he'd go on without anything prepared and the ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time. then it developed sort of teeth like little raspy incurving hooks, it started eating...he thought this was cute at first and he built an act around it, but the asshole would eat it's way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting about how it wanted equal rights...it would get drunk, too, and have crying fits, nobody loved it, it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. finally it talked day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming for it to shut up, beating at it with his fists, sticking candles up it but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him "IT IS YOU WHO WILL SHUT UP IN THE END NOT ME BECAUSE WE DON'T NEED YOU AROUND HERE ANYMORE! I CAN TALK AND EAT AND SHIT!" and after that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole tail all over his mouth, he would tear it off and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly, and grow there. so finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneously except for the eyes, see, that's the one thing the asshole couldn't do, was see. it needed the eyes.
nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldn't give orders anymore. it was trapped inside the skull, sealed off. for a while you could see the silent helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes...and then finally the brain must have died because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
[all apologies to the memory of W.S.B. for the misappropriation of his work, but the routine struck me as such an uncanny summary of everything written on this...blog...up to this point, and indeed of the unfortunate high school experience it represents, that i couldn't resist using it as a ludicrously belated nail in the stinky coffin this LJ's become since my starting it 4 or 5 years ago...we'll see where it goes from here, i suppose]