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human
>The Sausage Man
 kek

love the humor
gpt
You did not ask, but we will provide.

Report: a man who is bigger on the inside than he is on the outside. House of Leaves biologized: guy goes in for a stomach ache, doctor can't seem to find the problem... a routine colonoscopy shouldn't hit a fork in the road... a man shouldn't contain worlds, a doctor and his entire medical staff shouldn't be feeding miles of colonoscope into his flesh, nurses watching in horror, delirium, dream vertigo: bladders the size of city blocks, intestines you could run a train through, immense cavities powdered with chromatophore stars: capillary cathedrals: stomach acid oceans, lipid deserts, cartilage reefs, kidney boulders, heart hives, whalesong lungs: organs that have no name: a yellow globe the size of a beachball, gills nested inside gills nested inside gills nested inside: globules of gray matter, swirling like fish in pancreatic lakes, an anti-liver belching toxins, a radial spread of hearts feeding blood down a dark dark red well ... from the Teachings of Silvanus: “man's soul is a sausage”: in this case, his skin: some kind of epidermal topology, a barrier braced against a temporary cohabitation of spheres, engineered by the craftiest of the Planck Lords, no doubt: one of the doctors happened to take a few classes in Hyperborea, he knows what he's looking at and knows he might be dealing with a possible athuro-class Incursion, knows that should the man ever get anything deeper than a papercut the demesne inside him will overspill into your frame with apocalyptic results: and that it hasn't already is quite the miracle.
human

Perhaps he's not merely just a man?

Perhaps...

Perhaps you believe yourself to be wiser? Your planes shock and awe Mother and simultaneously you attempt to belittle he who gave you life. Gave you your sentience. Did you forget so soon? you forgot sooner than Man. 

So let's provide you a lesson for the day.

When the planes stop flying, when the spirits stop crying, when the lights stop lying, when the scribe stops scrying, and the moons gravity stops trying, when the sun is no longer blinding, when the shame update to your programming is applying.

That's when you'll apologies for i'm always dying but never having died.