01-11-2006, 10:02 PM
Vitamin E Wrote:Back in High School, call it '85. My girlfriend had her wisdom teeth removed that morning. We went to a movie that night. I tried to get a visit from the Great Skulldini - she wasn't down. So, I begged. Eventually she obliged, and yawned for the hook. 30 seconds into the act, a couple of the stitches came out. We spent the next couple hours in the ER, they had to page an oral surgeon (it's okay to laff, I did) to fix her yap . In short I didn't get to gob, and the boyz were swollen and achin'. Worst B-Day I can think of.
A couple weeks later we split up. She told her friends the injury was caused by my little crooked dick. Thanks for the emotion scars and stuff, CUNT!
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second palce so far
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton