Fun fact: smell signals aren't all wrapped up in a single big nerve cable heading to a target cortex, they're a net of neural connections like that time they reprogrammed RoboCop 2
Hope in a cinnimon bun. I have hope that I can spell cinnimon correctly. See? I can't. Cinimon. Nope. cinnamon. There. I have hope in a gf, df bun. Either way, love the message. When something is sweet there's hope.
Stale smells. I've always had the ability to close my nasal passages if I breathe through my mouth. Is this a technique or a freakish nose? OTOH not a good look. I await the New Yorker piece and your Cannon Ball epic, forget JK Toole.
I say go for the nightmare trilogy. It'll justify the cinnamon buns.
So begins my long repentance.
Godspeed.
Fun fact: smell signals aren't all wrapped up in a single big nerve cable heading to a target cortex, they're a net of neural connections like that time they reprogrammed RoboCop 2
All data that brings me closer to Paul Verhoeven is welcome.
Hope in a cinnimon bun. I have hope that I can spell cinnimon correctly. See? I can't. Cinimon. Nope. cinnamon. There. I have hope in a gf, df bun. Either way, love the message. When something is sweet there's hope.
I'm making my next manuscript about the healing power of sugar. Or modern apathy. Leaning towards sugar.
Where do you get your cinnamon buns? I once had my consciousness altered by a penn station Cinnabon it was one of the greatest moments of my life!
I step into Mike's Donuts, and wake up on the kitchen floor covered in frosting. It's normal.
Stale smells. I've always had the ability to close my nasal passages if I breathe through my mouth. Is this a technique or a freakish nose? OTOH not a good look. I await the New Yorker piece and your Cannon Ball epic, forget JK Toole.
I'll take freakish and convenient every time. An extra pair of arms wouldn't be *normal,* but it would be a game-changer.
Holy shit! I'm glad you lived, but holy shit!
Such is near-death in the zone.