belly full of lead

Contents of stomach as documented on November 15th, 2010:

Barbed wire, Molten lava (as previously mentioned), A living "Frankenstein's monster" of song lyrics ranging from "good music" to the shittiest soft-rock-radio love songs one could possibly imagine, Snakes, Snails, Puppy dog tails, Cigarette butts, Misadventures, An arrangement of musky natural smells, Some assortment of heavy rocks and boulders, An anthology of vivid dreams I am still trying to digest, maybe a cherry of of vivid memories I am trying, dying to digest, Bits of my nails I have been biting off and an electric heating pad.

If that's not cause for constipation I just don't know what is anymore.