Can you identify who I am by the words I will now paint in your mind?

Color. Techno even. With sounds, smells, visuals. Real.

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Let me tell you about myself (in the background an open window allows the wafting smell of fresh dog shit to enter and alert the nostrils to something intrusive)

Physical? Okay. Morbidly obese. I weigh between 675-700 pounds. The weight depends upon the cycle of food I choose to devour. Sometimes the potato urge kicks in and I eat deep fried, boiled, baked, microwaved… Lots and lots of potatoes with lots of melted cheese, gravy, ketchup, mustard, vinegar, sour cream… It is during these moments the body swells to the heavier range.

During some moments there is the consumption of a lot of salad. Lettuce, tomatoes, carrots… I guess you could say salad is the balancing act my body chooses

My flesh is greasy and rolling with sweat as I struggle to move. The clothing worn is adorned with the strong smell of detergent; helps keep the nasty body odors partially hidden.

I am so fat I cannot put my shoes on, or actually, any shoes. I use large slippers. Since I can’t see them beneath me I use my toes to ‘feel’ them, and then bracing against the nearest wall is slip my feet into them.

Age? Thirty seven and already almost bald. Yes, I have a hairy chest and already have nose hair and hair coming out of my ass, though that is what I’m told. I can’t even see my dick due to the multiple rolls of belly flesh.

The last time I wiped my ass was as a teen. After puberty and the terrible teens I turned to food for comfort. A lot of comfort.

The joints hurt.

People are repulsed when they come to my home. They have to come to bring me food, groceries, medicine, help. They have to come as I’m actually incapable of leaving the house as I’m larger than the front door.

Now, putting the current stench of my breath aside, (garlic ice cream) can you see who I am?

Who I really am?

I

am

a

writer.

I can write to your mind whatever the fuck I want to. I can be skinny or fat. Young or old. Good or bad.

In fact, if you really want me to describe myself to your mind…

I am your worst nightmare

and

i

am your sweetest dreams.