March 4, 2012
smoke signals
Can fish hear?
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
Relatedly, can sharks make noise?
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Like, roar. Can a shark roar? And then hear itself? Or does it just roar and not hear? Like an asshole?
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
If a shark roars in the sea, does it make a sound?
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And can the trees hear it?
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Now Narwhals. They have a head hole, so they’re mammals right?
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Haaaaaaaaaaa Narwhals look like a schmoo.
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
So do Narwhals have live young? And if so, yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeEEeeee, poor momma Narwhal.
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Look at this jerk trying to sneak up on the friendly looking Narwhal – en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Narw…
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Can Narwhals fight with their tusks? Surely they’d always both just kill each other?
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Apparently Polar Bears are one of the only predators of Narwhals. That must look really, really weird.
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An echidna has no nipples and a four headed penis. Once again, what the motherfuck Australia.
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
“During mating two of the penis heads shut down” Wiki says, as if that’s just a normal fucking thing to say about anything.
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
Well, this has been another terrifying voyage into Australia’s hallucinatorily inexplicable wildlife.
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
Okay, all this trying to understand weird animals makes me feel like I’ve pulled a muscle in my brain.
— Jenny Decimal (@JennyDecimal) March 4, 2012
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This is a metaphor for me, when I get into such threads in my mind. After I pull the muscle in my brain, a rush runs through me like electricity. Like the old (I say old because I remember preachers saying it when I was a kid.) descending of the holy spirit. From the top of the head to the soles of the feet. After, I feel amazed and drained. I feel like I saw something miraculous. A peek into the universe.
This never happened in front of people, say at church. I was always alone when it happened. Sometimes when meditating (I haven’t meditated in a long time. Lately, I haven’t had…what? The peace of mind? To sit for it.) Sometimes when drifting off, listening to musics of a type or another. Sometimes in dreams.
“Hallucinatorily inexplicable.” In the best possible way.
The funny thing is, these mental journeys do not terrify me.
Nor do they do me.
I imagine strange and wondrous phenomena as I nudge myself into the arms of Morpheus.
Feels so good.
I forgot to thank Sarah for this.