This is a great example of form mirroring content—the prose stops and starts in pace, just like somebody soliloquizing their frustrations to nobody. Like the sun got so bored he just plays with words now.
if someone had to endure that kind of condition for forever, or for eons, I’d imagine that they’d go through all of the emotions in phases until it became so ordinary, so ingrained in everyday life that eventually it would be inconsequential. And, as funny as gaseousness + monstrous anger is, I think the ol’ ‘what can ya do?’ attitude + explosive gaseousness is equally hilarious. I imagine this person encountering all kinds of hijinks if he tried to live a normal life with his disability. If he’s younger, imagine him qualifying for the special olympics etc. I see so much potential in this idea!
Sara King 
Stovohobo 
Tad Winslow 
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