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WHAT?! A TUMMY FETISH? NO WAY, MAN! I'M JUST REALLY INTO… UH… APPRECIATING THE INTRICACIES OF OUR FASCINATING GUTS! TUMMYS ARE LIKE THESE INSANELY COMPLEX, YET TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD PARTS OF OUR BODIES! THEY'RE… THEY'RE LIKE THESE WACKY, RUMBLING UNIVERSES HIDING INSIDE US, RIGHT? ONE MOMENT, THEY'RE ALL CHILL, PROCESSING FOOD LIKE PROS, AND THE NEXT, THEY'RE THROWING A FULL-BLOWN PARTY, MAKING BIZARRE NOISES THAT COULD WAKE THE DEAD! THEY EXPAND, THEY CONTRACT, THEY'VE GOT THEIR OWN LANGUAGE OF GRUMBLES AND GURGLES—IT'S LIKE A FREAKY CARNIVAL RIDE IN THERE! BUT, HEY, SOMETIMES I FORGET OR DON'T FEEL LIKE TAKING THOSE MEDS. IT'S A ROUTINE THING, SLIPS MY MIND. AND THEN THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I THINK, "EH, I'M FEELING FINE, I DON'T REALLY NEED 'EM TODAY." BUT THEN, THINGS START TO GET A BIT WONKY. THERE'S THIS FOG SETTLING IN, THOUGHTS JUMPING AROUND LIKE OVER-CAFFEINATED KANGAROOS, AND EVERYTHING JUST FEELS OFF. I KNOW THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO HELP, AND USUALLY, I'M ON IT, STICKING TO THE PLAN. BUT SOME DAYS, IT'S LIKE, "EH, DO I REALLY NEED THESE LITTLE PILLS?" AND THEN REALITY'S LIKE, "YEAH, BUDDY, YOU KINDA DO." IT'S THIS BALANCING ACT, TRYING TO REMEMBER TO TAKE 'EM, CONVINCING YOURSELF THEY'RE NECESSARY, EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMS ALRIGHT. BUT GOTTA STAY ON TOP OF IT, RIGHT? IT'S THIS CONSTANT TUG-OF-WAR BETWEEN FEELING OKAY AND NEEDING THAT LITTLE EXTRA HELP. AND TUMMYS, OH, THESE CRAZY, MYSTERIOUS UNIVERSES HIDING WITHIN US — THEY'RE THE BEATING HEARTS OF THIS JOURNEY! SOMETIMES THEY WHISPER SECRETS, SOMETIMES THEY ROAR LIKE A STORM, AND SOMETIMES, THEY JUST QUIETLY TURN THE WHEELS OF LIFE. BUT WHAT IF… WHAT IF THEY'RE NOT JUST HELPING? WHAT IF THEY'RE CONTROLLING? CAN'T YOU SEE? THESE PILL… THEY'RE NOT HELPING! THEY'RE TAKING OVER! MAKING ME BELIEVE I'M FINE, BUT I'M NOT! MY GUTS, THEY WHISPER, THEY SCREAM, THEY TELL ME SECRETS NO ONE ELSE HEARS! AND THESE MEDS, THEY MUFFLE THEM! THEY MUZZLE THE UNIVERSE INSIDE ME! I CAN'T TRUST THEM. I CAN'T TRUST MYSELF. IT'S A TUMULTUOUS PARADE OF MADNESS, AND I'M DANCING ON THE EDGE, TRYING TO HOLD ONTO SANITY WHILE THE TUMMYS AND THE PILLS AND THE VOICES ALL COLLIDE! CAN'T STOP… MUST STOP… THE PILLS… THE TUMMYS… INSIDE OUT… INSIDE OUT… SCREAMING… SCREAMING… WHO AM I? WHAT AM I? HELP… HELP… TTTUUUUUMMMMMMMYYYYYYSSSS