When I was a child I had heard about a story from unreliable of sources that if a centipede enters your ear hole it would dig a tunnel through your brain to come out of the other end. And the source was pretty adamant about the story. Oh this happened to my relative she had exclaimed. From then on I started to believe that I was not me rather this feeling of (I) ,(me) and self was a centipede unable to dig its way out . After all these years now I think centipede in me has fused with my brain living in perfect symbiotic relation ship.
My brain feeding centipede with food and the centipede feeding my brain with its crap and shit. Symptoms were present always. Would a normal guy send someone and her family a condolence letter on the auspicious occasion of Bijaya Dashami wishing her and her family a Hardik sradhanjali??????!!!!!!!! Well I or rather that centipede exactly did that few months after I heard the story. I mean what was the centipede thinking?
Now that I have grown up or not I am not sure like always and like about everything. I think everyone who walks upright and boasts about being a human has some kind of larvae inside their skull hollows. Verities include tape worm, round worm, dung beetle, roaches. All those shit about values, wrongs and rights & conventional wisdom they get cancelled out by the ever prevalent bug shit. And the overwhelming volume of the former suppresses later not letting it to come in the way when we finally sit to decide on some thing. (I don’t have a clue what I am talking about) . All these sins including constant urge for a leg over oh my centipede I so hate you. And I love you. Love you for you provide me with the excuses everyday. .