My dad relates this anecdote to me:
Doctor: What is this stuff in your ear? It looks like a melted glycerin suppository!
Patient: Damn. No wonder I still haven’t been able to poop. At least now I know where my hearing aid probably is.
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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