Some people still like to think that human beings possess a coherent and continuous sense of self. Suicide-bomber doctors kind of fuck up that premise, don't they?
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Um, links that have relevant bearing on a post should probably be read in order for the relevant bearing they have to be relevant, bearing-wise, Switch.
I love this drawing.
But dont perpetuate the mass-hysteria. Ya'll gunna die sometime, anyhoo.
Ok, this is really cute!
Looking at it again, I want to take all my pills and make little doll houses for them, with little beds and curtains.
You're adorable! With your tiny glasses!
I love this one too. And the If one. I wish I could still drink...
You're tagged, Mr prozac
Sorry forgot the link:
http://biteyourowntail.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged.html
I read the news today..oh boy.
I was commenting to the tune..the fellow at the end with the deep DEEP voice... what is he on about?
Changing dressings is the nurses' job. As any doc worth their salt would know.
brilliant as ever
The deep booming voice, dear Switch, is that of Pablo Neruda, reading his 'Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada'. At the beginning of my song, Pablo says " Quién eres tú, quién eres?" (Who are you, who are you?) and then at the end: " Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo."
Which I ain't even gonna try and translate. Pati?
LOVE this tune...Pablo Neruda.figures. I have never heard his voice...damn!
Awww, that's so sweet! :-)
And seriously, I can't tell you about what deals I've secretly made so that I can be first on IF, now can I? I'm out of town this week so I probably won't be first this time.
Now take your medicine.
Megillah, why do you get so much pleasure on SETTING ME RIGHT on doctors v. nurses.
Damn, girl. It's meant to be metaphorical, innit.
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