Manus

if i disappeared, i wonder if i would have any leftover friends.the ones i already have exist in an inch of my finger,and my finger shortens everyday because i bite my nails,making the end of my fingertips flat and dull,therefore making the friends in that inch as dull as it fits.Now,if i cut off that finger, i know it would bleed continuously,but would it dry out? or it could possibly talk back to me and yell for help.....and i could stitch it back up to my body.things will eventually heal and set back to normal.and then me and my friends within that inch could talk to all of the other friends i have in each inch of each finger.2 hands.5 fingers on each hand.Total=10 fingers.2 friends per finger.Total=20 friends.Two and a Zero.Each hand will consist of 1 nail on each finger,just as many nails as fingers.10 nails. Each nail will grow and and die,and grow and die, and grow and die, and grow and die, and grow and die, and grow and die because of its articulation with each friend.20 friends,2 on each finger,flexing with movements along my hand.20 friends total=A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T.....an organization of initials.I talk to them. I dream of them. I bite them. I bathe them.I eat with them.I please with them.I work with them.I train with them.
Each finger will die,and slowly decay after my body relapses of old age and a bizarre cofounder built inside of the nest of coconuts and palm trees.by 12,i exist.and just me.no fingers.no friends.no nails.each inch a none-a-meter. i exist with just my face.I exist.