¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^*                                          *^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«^*@                                          @*^«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@#                                          #@*^«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@                                          @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«^*@#@#                                          #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨,«^*@#@## # @ ¨ # @ ¨ # @ Lying # @ ¨ # @  ¨ # @ ¨ ##@#@*^«,¨
¨¨,«^*@#@# #   @   ¨   In    My   Room,   #   @   ¨ #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@ # Arms Flopped Over The Edge Of The Bed. @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@# #  @  ¨  Something Poking  My Left Hand, #@*^«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«^*@ #      @     ¨      Something     Slimy, @*^«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^* # @  ¨  Slithering  Around  The Fingers, *^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^ #   @   ¨   Up   The    Arm.   #   @   ¨ ^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« Is  It   Drug-Fueled  Apathy?   #   @  ¨ «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, #   @   ¨   I   Don'T  Move   The   Arm. ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ #    @    ¨   #    @    ¨    #    @    ¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ Whatever It Is That'S Tasting Me, # @  ¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ It   Moves    Further   Up,    #   @   ¨ ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, Reaches    The    Armpit.    #    @    ¨ ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« I  Turn   My  Head  Toward  It.  #  @  ¨ «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^ #   @    ¨    Looks    Like    Seagrass. ^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^* #   @  ¨  It'S  Kinda  Cute.   #   @   ¨ *^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«^*@ #    @    ¨   #    @    ¨    #    @    ¨ @*^«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@# # @ ¨ Once It'S  Up My  Neck  And On  My #@*^«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@ Face,    I    Bite    It.    #    @    ¨ @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«^*@#@# # @  ¨  The  Texture  Is Like That  Of A #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨,«^*@#@## Juicy       #       @      ¨      Grape, ##@#@*^«,¨
¨¨,«^*@#@# # @ ¨  And The Squish  Tastes Like Sweet #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@ #   @    ¨    #   @   ¨   Cucumber.    ¨ @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@# # @  ¨ It'S Very Good. # @ ¨ And I # @ ¨ #@*^«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«^*@ Suck   More    Of   It   In.   #   @   ¨ @*^«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^* #    @   ¨    Chew    It.    #    @    ¨ *^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^ # @ ¨ The Seagrass Doesn'T Seem To Mind. ^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« #    @    ¨    #    @    ¨    #    @   ¨ «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, @  «   Apathy  Gone,   I  Sit  Up.  @  « ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ @ «   The Tendrils  Are  Stuck Under @ « ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ @ «  My  Shirt, @ « Entering By The  Arm ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ And  Exiting  Through  The  Collar. @  « ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨, @ «  This  Makes  It Hard For Me To Push ,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,« More   Of   It   In   My   Mouth.   @  « «,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^ @ « I  Make To Remove The Shirt, But The ^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨,«^* Seagrass Finally Protests When I  Try To *^«,¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,«^*@ Move     My     Left     Arm.    @     « @*^«,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@# @  «  So  -   Eating  It   Is  Ok,  @  « #@*^«,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@ @  «  @  « Moving  It  Is Not.  @ « @  « @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨,«^*@#@#                                          #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨,«^*@#@##                                          ##@#@*^«,¨
¨¨,«^*@#@#                                          #@#@*^«,¨¨
¨¨¨,«^*@#@                                          @#@*^«,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,«^*@#                                          #@*^«,¨¨¨¨