Omar Kropotkin sipped his overpriced cup

Omar Kropotkin sipped his overpriced cup of recarbonized coffee-bean sauce, musing upon the phenomena of words and letters and happenstance, when Gloria Crouton invited herself to

The shindig that fractured her right shin and nearly killed her.

Thinking about the shindig and what it costed her sent her into a major panic attack

, "I can hold it together... I can!" she said as the tears welled in her eyes.

It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last when she'd savored an uncomfortable sensation. She lifted the hot spoon to her lips and slurped deeply. Mm. Onions. Pasta

, overcooked pasta, excess salt,grislte, she savored the sensation of the still rough gristle rolling on her tongue, & sucked sharply. The sound grated her ears so she repeated it

until it didn't. Then she began concentrating on being conscious of the digestive process from the inside. She felt the enzymes in her saliva do their work as the first step of bre

-aking down her meal into more manageable elements. Then she swallowed and felt it settle comfortably in her stomach. Moments later her stomach began to rumble. The sound was

hed over the city & precipitated a cataclysmic trembling that saw every edifice collapse & crumble. An entire culture perished 1,2,3. Alka Seltzer- your civilazation depends on it!