edeneye

I just deleted all my photos except for the ones of myself. Call me conceeded, if you will, but the ones I deleted we more important to me.
I've made up for it by adding more terrible photos of myself. I hope you enjoy.

I just got back from the dentist, and half my mouth is numb. It's freaking me out.
While I was sitting in the chair, I realized how volunerable I was. The doctor could at any moment slice my face apart. I grew frieghtened, but only for a moment, because I then realized that he probably had a family to feed, so was as volunerable as I was. Instead of a fear of physical pain and disfigurement, he had a fear of finance. This thought made me much more comfortable. Although, now that I think about it, if he was truly insane, he probably would have sliced me apart anyway.
That's the thing I admire about the demented; they would give up everything for their passions.