and I've too many of those in me already. Bodies float like scars on the surface of my liver and their judgement is faceless by volume, though on the highway of my gallbladder the occasional congestion of traffic, where vehicles choke the corridor along the dull throb of car horns. This post is a draft. It's not publicly visible, but you can send people links to it.

![[text ID: I sell trash and trash accessories end ID] Text is next to an amazing anthropomorphic raccoon trash merchant. He wears a blue hat and a blue hoodie. Art by Tornatics on Twitter. [text ID: I sell trash and trash accessories end ID] Text is next to an amazing anthropomorphic raccoon trash merchant. He wears a blue hat and a blue hoodie. Art by Tornatics on Twitter.](https://staging.cohostcdn.org/attachment/b5ff0a3e-4238-4bab-b637-22f1b67d111e/Remmy%20Trash%20Sticker%20Animated%20Tornatics.gif)