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I find tapeworms to be spiritually edifying. As a male of the species, my biology does not support the birthing of young, and you know what? Sometimes ejaculating two hundred million sperm is a little unsatisfying. Quantity doesn't trump quality.
I followed my wife's two pregnancies with envy, and I think a little bit of my soul dessicated and drifted away as I watched her joyous motherhood. Her connection with the children is closer than my own, and I watch their filial reciprocity with the same envious melancholy I feel when I watch negro strangers greet as old friends.
But now, in my darker moments, I try to relax, close my eyes, and think of my babies nursing within me, suckling on my blood, and partaking of my vitality to burgeon their sinuous little bodies. I sometimes rub my belly, imagining it ripe with young. The birthing, I estimate, is two weeks away. I hope they get along with Jack and Sarah.
Date Written: September 30, 2004
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