Passages

First it's the ptyalin inside the oral cavity, where masticators (at times they're thirty-two) do all their handiwork with sounds unlike a violin and more like frank depravity, slip to where acid caters to proteins, like mutton stew. After the stomach valve there lurk digestive juices from the pancreas, and bile from the elusive bladder whose contents look and smell like pus and have the sting of a death adder. And that is it as far as I'm concerned. The rest of it is mostly brown and moves after the energy, that is the calories are burned, and at the final station it waits inside the grooves until another load comes with a roar. Neurotransmission sends a signal now to eat it is essential that you stuff yourself some more and all in all it works so well, the system's hard to beat.