cold leg

One day while browsing the internet a boy came across an add;
"Half digested meal seeks more accommodating digestive tract..."

The boy at first squinted down to meet the up curl of his lip because quite naturally, these are the dimensions and shapes of the human face that are required and demanded by confusion.
as the confusion took its toll on the boys mind and his relationship with time, a few unnoticed moments flickered by.
Flickers die away as quickly as they arrive, and in this way the boy’s awareness of what was going on returned.
At this point his eyes squinted down harder until almost completely shut leaving but a sliver immersed in tears and the watery world of bath tub dreams, all while the mouth continued its call to open up for a wretch from a southern muscles' spasms as the boy at this point began to throw up.
The boy threw up onto the kitchen table, and as the vomit dripped and ran down the wood grained chair and pre patterned corduroy, a flowing stream of emesis found itself merging with the cold linoleum.

At this point the emesis considered its position.. A chilly and hard horizon of wall and carpet towering over on all sides and no less, no longer a view of the boys computer monitor.
The emesis thought of it's miles of curls basking cozy in carbon heat and pressure induced form and lamented it's criticisms of the boys' g.i. shortcomings and thought to itself, simultaneously across each molecule of its now pooled formation, much like the nervous system of the great jelly;

"Is that salt on the floor?" "I cant see if someone responded to my add."