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rises up through my belly to my throat

[...] My belly full and my bed nearby.” [...]

[...] The experience of the guru⁵ who sits in opulence, bejeweled and begowned, has nothing to do with the peasant who works in the field and whose belly is empty. [...]

[...] Symbolically it represented an animal showing its belly to an adversary. [...]

[...] Be aware of its pressure against the chair, for example, and of its temperature, of variations: Your hands may be warm and your feet cold, or your belly hot and your head cold. [...]

[...] The entity can perceive the room in which you sit as if your belly were a window, but it sees with inner sight, and forms the images through the inner senses.

[...] Be in ecstasy while your belly bloats.” [...]

[...] Eyes closed to hold back tears of humiliation, I felt my arms lifted by an orderly (long pause), my thin belly and ribs straining in the brightly lit room, my backside lifted and supported by two other strange arms, while a third person—I don’t want to sound too vulgar—

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

[...] Then felt as if legs, arms, belly...dissolved, I guess is the best description. [...]