I can’t eat the ends of things. Like hot dogs, I have to chop the ends off. They just look weird. Or eggrolls. I can eat most of one, but as soon as I get through half of it, it starts to look like it’s something else, like it’s a creature that’s excreting something and I just can’t finish. And I can’t eat egg whites, only the yolks maybe because they stay warm longer.
Sometimes, if I’m eating some and I don’t totally dig it, I’ll make it into an end. By imagining it. Like with a breast of a chicken or something. I feel strange when I eat at people’s houses and they make a wonderful meal and i can’t eat the ends of things.
But I love the crusts on bread. Pizza crusts too.
flyingsquirell
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Sitting, watching, drinking….suppressing a yawn. Sitting. Surrounded by people you’ve got nothing to tell….perhaps one exception amongst. Sitting watching listening…to the bass that you can feel. Thinking of all the other things you could do now. People playing with their mobiles….What are u up to?. A possibility amongst opportunities….
I am so bored. Doing somebody a favour yet again. Neglecting your own interests… imagining how people would look naked…. uahhhhh .. I am so bored
Fran
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The forbidden in waking life
Taboos, prohibitions, and etiquette
Constructs, boundaries, limitations, and distance
All melt away as the world fades
Come close, for distance is illusory
Draw near, let timelessness prevail
Hold me, no one knows but us
Touch me, a reality perceived but not shared
Still, a man can dream.
Jacob Haqq-Misra
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I recently published a post here, called “My life as a tiger”. Since then I have received few e-mails from different people and a phone call from my friend, surprisingly all of them referring to skull trepanation. As it started to look rather like a heated debate, I decided to explain myself a little bit more on this topic. So here I scrambled together whatever I feel like or want to say about it. It’s relevant to me anyway, so why not put it here?
So, I want to make a hole in my skull. I had this dream for a long time, maybe for 5 years or so. It started probably from my early interest in anthropology. There were many references across different cultures to skull trepanation: mainly in Mesoamerica, but also in Pre-Christian Europe, India, Egypt. It is the oldest surgical procedure known to man, as some of the trepanned skulls dated back to 2500 BC. Which is weird, indeed. Why would people just about everywhere, where civilizations flourished, would want to make a hole in their heads?
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