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dreamed a lot during Sister Margaret Mary’s biology classes.</p><p id="1e83">The heart is passé, nowadays it’s all about the chakras, one of which is located at the exact centre of the gut. The gut is round, isn’t it, Sister?</p><figure id="2091"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*8yNqpa08b4m3b3q7TfyIaw.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="3f2e"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*qVb_Valf0xWh8aUyEN99SA.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><p id="86f5">Bloom… yes, it does sound rather sinister, algal bloom, for example.</p><p id="b2c3">I can see it now, a mushroomy fungus spreading over the chest of the tribune hisself as he lies prone on the operating theatre…</p><p id="a60d">Oh dear, I’d better stop there…</p><p id="162c">My father died of congestion of the lungs.</p><p id="c9dc">Just kidding, <a href="https://readmedium.com/you-broke-me-and-you-left-me-for-dead-9b92de2aa619#.nwo2fqa8k">he drank himsel

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f to death</a> like so many other Irish fathers.</p><p id="8a25">PS. Click the little green heart if you liked this comment.</p><p id="67b8">Here’s some gutless ghosting I just found:</p><div id="bbe5" class="link-block"> <a href="http://www.thedatereport.com/dating/advice/and-then-i-never-heard-from-him-again-the-awful-rise-of-ghosting/"> <div> <div> <h2>And Then I Never Heard From Him Again: The Awful Rise of Ghosting</h2> <div><h3>Missing: Man of Finance who goes by the name of Jeremy. Late twenties, auburn hair, last seen in Chelsea in August 2009…</h3></div> <div><p>www.thedatereport.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*OvOAgkHprFFzREv0.)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="1b73">Now I see the “G-word” everywhere.</p></article></body>

Gut

My guess is that he choose it because the gut is the seat of all feeling.

(I fucking love mixed metaphors).

As in, I felt it in my gut.

I don’t get all this heart business. I don’t have any feelings there. Hearts are overrated. My feelings are in my solar plexus; that’s near the gut, as far as I know; I daydreamed a lot during Sister Margaret Mary’s biology classes.

The heart is passé, nowadays it’s all about the chakras, one of which is located at the exact centre of the gut. The gut is round, isn’t it, Sister?

Bloom… yes, it does sound rather sinister, algal bloom, for example.

I can see it now, a mushroomy fungus spreading over the chest of the tribune hisself as he lies prone on the operating theatre…

Oh dear, I’d better stop there…

My father died of congestion of the lungs.

Just kidding, he drank himself to death like so many other Irish fathers.

PS. Click the little green heart if you liked this comment.

Here’s some gutless ghosting I just found:

Now I see the “G-word” everywhere.

Gut
Bloom
Chest
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