I am a sea cucumber. A small, sea sponge that seems to have a shape of it's own in the permafluid defining it's life.
Take it out, and witness the flasc, spineless shape. There is nothing original that it emits. Just filtered water. I should sleep now, but i'm trying to filter out the sea water from my lungs. I should be watching artsy-disney-painty stuff; at least that would help a little. And maybe wash my face.