gertrude stein remix.

*from the stomach there is hiding, from the airsacks there is choking, in the larynx there is babbling, on the tastebuds there is biting. on the tastebuds there is biting. in biting everything is secret, in biting everything is tidy, in biting there is solitary, in biting there is conformity, in biting there is continuity and somehow accepting there is bonding. all the fat men wear argyle and all the big trucks wear big tires and all the lips hold tobacco pipes and all the skin holds itself. this makes silence.