Let's take a trip back in time, back to when I was a wee little... being. First, imagine the chirping of crickets, and the occasional bird call. It was a hot summer day, much as it is now, and I had taken refuge from the heat in the cool interior of a library that is no longer standing.
Back then the shelves towered over my larval form, and I suspect my supervision units had left me to my own devices for a time.
My wanderings took me to a section I had never seen before. Curious, I knelt down and perused the titles on the bottom tiers. Most of them seemed to be serious, adult nonfiction, unappealing to my developing literary palate.
Then I saw one with a strange title, one that seemed too silly to be among these serious, adult books. I pulled it out, and was greeted by a stark white book jacket, upon which the title was emblazoned in large black Times New Roman characters:
Yes, it was that timeless childhood tale that we all know and love. Although I'm not sure why the jacket cover didn't look like what it should have been. Nevertheless, I was undaunted by the cover and opened the book. As I beheld the fascinating illustrations within I was drawn into a strange, ethereal experience that defies description and memory.
Pagoo is a story encompassing the life and times of a hermit crab, from his infancy as a tiny speck swirling amidst schools of plankton to the acquisition of his first shell and beyond. Despite having not read it for many years, some of its scenes remain as vivid echoes in my mind. It was perhaps my first foray into the world of xenofiction; narratives written from a nonhuman point of view.
Well, this was the most profound-sounding post I've ever made on this farce of a blog. Too bad I'm all out of profoundness for the day. Ta ta.
"Pinnochio is just a taste of his ability!" --pink haired lover boy
Have you ever had that feeling that there's something stuck in between your teeth yet no matter how hard you pick, you can't quite get it out?
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I've had this feeling for almost two days now, and at this point I'm thinking the inner edge of my tooth just got eroded for some reason. I can feel the irregularity with my tongue, but not with my teeth, and I can't see anything when I look in the mirror and shine a light down the old orifice. I must have gone through a few feet of dental floss and a millimeter of fingernail by now trying to get some relief, but the only real result I've had is making my gums bleed a little.
Ain't that a bitch?
That's heavy man.
Maybe it's always been like that, and I never really felt up the backside of my teeth that thoroughly with my tongue before.
Maybe it's just a plaque buildup from not brushing the backside.
Or Maybe it's Maybelline.
