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promise me, you'll not get bored when i explain how the gas slowly travels down my torso when i drink my water, way too hot or cold and how lukewarm water seduces the sides of my tongue. i might tell you how i chew the sides of my tongue for they're delicious in their own way. i barf if i get a headache. so, listen carefully when i explain how easily i let the contents out of my mouth slip away. in the same way, i'll give a vivid presentation of how my one-sided headache travels from left to right, right to back, back to front and again to left. you might be asked to massage my shoulders and neck for a minute — not more than a minute. i'll show you how i press the acupuncture pressure point between my thumb and my forefinger and say how real it is. we may talk about my fingernails i gnaw at, the track pants whose elastic i weaken or the way my soles react to my touch. if you're going to call me nasty or make disgusting faces, please get lost. and, refrain from promising me meaningful conversations. bye. bye. haha. ___ have i posted this before? never mind. i took this from my drafts. (i didn't even give it a read, sorry peeps!)

promise me, you'll not get bored when i explain how the gas slowly travels down my torso when i drink my water, way too hot or cold and how lukewarm water seduces the sides of my tongue. i might tell you how i chew the sides of my tongue for they're delicious in their own way. i barf if i get a headache. so, listen carefully when i explain how easily i let the contents out of my mouth slip away. in the same way, i'll give a vivid presentation of how my one-sided headache travels from left to right, right to back, back to front and again to left. you might be asked to massage my shoulders and neck for a minute — not more than a minute. i'll show you how i press the acupuncture pressure point between my thumb and my forefinger and say how real it is. we may talk about my fingernails i gnaw at, the track pants whose elastic i weaken or the way my soles react to my touch. if you're going to call me nasty or make disgusting faces, please get lost. and, refrain from promising me meaningful conversations. bye. bye. haha. ___ have i posted this before? never mind. i took this from my drafts. (i didn't even give it a read, sorry peeps!)