Saturday, 3 January 2015

ijust google dropped and found this place, which i`d like to try and visit.
https://www.google.co.jp/maps/@35.682411,139.717099,3a,13.1y,90t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1soQQuMPB8BF7_Fqveg516lw!2e0?hl=en 
the institute for preventative medicine. apparently.)

Jelly on yer back, cos you like that, dontyer, he said to her. Her who said she did like that didn`t her, ever since she was a kid she`d liked that, yeah. How things felt when they ran down her spine, fingers mostly, but yeah, sure, jelly. She`d have had to have said it to herself first, to really believe it, or to mean it, when she said yeah, she did like that. I mean, it was a proposition really, what the man said. Ownership of jelly on the back, or the back, that`s seemingly straight forward enough to understand, someone, jelly, a back. You, say, put jelly on my, emphasis, my back. noone owns the jelly, but of course they do, what i`m saying is that it`s insignificant to this chat, who owns the jelly.  Maybe it isn`t insignificant.
But it`ll feel like licks. If he poured the whole bowl, you`d wish the back was concave-r, what a waste, you know? when it`s body-time it`s me-time, no? She liked grooming. Bathing. to `be in her` (body), hear it on the streets, if you overhear it, means sex, internalized as a way of `being` as sexualized, in ones body? Being inside her, when the her is maybe you, me, is like, immediately some kind of violation, when you put it like that.
Non-sexy grooming and cleansing. in yur bod both times. in yur bod good times? Not that the jelly thing, or being stroked as a way to actualize, and be, `in your body`is a bad thing, but it`s sexualized, and there`s nowt wrong with my sexuality, she felt, to herself. It`s perhaps then an internalized boundary thing, vicinity and intimacy of being in ones body, relative to another, be they applying jelly, or just sitting there naked, you have to respond, select, arrange beforehand the appropriate bodily/body-mind responses to those situations.

About that blackhead she`d extracted on his forhead that had been such a part of the landscape of pores on his head that it had felt like she had emptied a mine and devastated a community, it gaped so much, this pink hole. it gaped pinkly and so present next to the other normal pores. the sensation of having created that hole in his head made her feel so drowsily close to him and nauseated by the hole and what came out of the hole, a hard worm with a black head that really saw everything for probably like 4 years or something. that worm rubbed between thumb and finger a little but discarded as so much less interesting than that hole. i am still, to this day, obsessed by the feeling that hole gave me, it is like being in love.

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