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novembro 21, 2002 Descobri um site bacana sobre coisas em que a gente acreditava quando era criança. É este aqui. Mandei duas contribuições, uma sobre desenhar e outra sobre roer unhas. Uma . I've always loved drawing, mostly people or faces. But when I was little, I believed every single doodle you did was somehow transported to a different dimension to live forever – and I do mean live, as in walk, talk, think and feel – in the World of Drawings. So whenever I drew something ugly I’d be consumed with guilt. I thought I was responsible for condemning this defective drawing to an eternal life of mockery and misery. Boy, did I use rubbers back then. Outra . To get me to quit the never-ending nail-biting, my mom used to say that the bits of nails I swallowed would give me appendicitis, and then she pointed at the spot in my lower belly where my appendix was supposed to be and described the horrible pains I’d suffer. I never quit, but because of that odd prognosis of hers, I pictured my digestive system as a very simple mechanism consisting of 2 metal chutes going from my throat to my lower belly – one which would take all food and drink to the left, I guess to the stomach, and the other which would recognize and separate nails only and then send them to the right, straight to the appendix. Se algum de vocês resolver mandar alguma coisa, me avisem que eu quero ler. Ou podem só me contar no que vocês acreditavam quando crianças também. mais um chororô de bel seslaf |
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