Postmodern Grooming Technique

[tree_]

Do you groom yourself?

[dad]

i wash my face morning and night.

[tree_]

Just yanked a skin tag off my neck. A little bit of blood but not too bad. Doesn't hurt. It's sitting in front of me on my desk on a sticky note.

[spike]

Just in time for the lunch hour. Thanks, tree.

[tree_]

Took a shower last night but not this morning. I usually won't shower in the morning if I showered the evening before. On weekends I can sometimes skip an entire day and a half.

[dad]

i washed my face this morning and applied a fragrance-free moisturizer to my face and neck.

I'll probably shower later today after running errands and doing things around the house.

[spike]

I don’t feel fully human without a hot shower in the morning.

[tree_]

Just yanked a skin tag off my neck. A little bit of blood but not too bad. Doesn't hurt. It's sitting in front of me on my desk on a sticky note.

There’s still a nubbin left. It’s usually not a good idea to yank off a skin tag. I may sever the remainder a little bit later today. Or maybe I will do it at work with some fingernail clippers after lunch.

[spike]

JFC

[tree_]

I wouldn’t have done that but it was kind of dangling already because I nicked it several times while shaving

[spike]

[tree_]

I just had a little piece of olive on my thumb and I quickly ate it and then I was immediately afraid that I ate my skin tag but no it’s still there on the sticky note

[dad]

have you licked the torn-off skin tag to see if the taste is similar to an olive?

[tree_]

salty .. similar texture too

[bodysnatcher]

Thread #867 that tree has ruined.

[tree_]

Cut my own hair today. Looks good.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

Cut my own hair yesterday. Missed a small spot people can't really notice, but gonna fix it this evening. Looks pretty good otherwise.

[96583UP]

he we discuss the fine art of body hair removal

[96583UP]

i hate body hair and feel free once i have removed it