I just re-read your intro page, and I came to realize this. I mean, I had known it, but, well, duh.
Your info page is like coming over to visit someone, and they've got all their shiny knives laid out on the kitchen counter. They have a LOT of shiny knives, all kinds, and they have obviously been very, very lovingly arranged. They are not on display, per se, they're just...waiting.
So anyway, you go over to visit this person, and you come in, and there's all these beautiful kitchen knives, which is cool, and kind of sexy, if there weren't all these freaking knives all over the place. Knives are inherently sexy, but they are also inherently symbolic of pain, and what it feels like to cut mushrooms (sliiish)and really, it's just a bit too much of aview, a bit too much joy, a bit too many reflections of too many serrated edges.
But it's kinda sexy. And that's wierd. But it gets worse.
So you've gone over to visit this person and they're obviously crazy and they've got these weapons/cooking impliments/sex toys all over their kitchen. They usher you in, close the door, take your coat. While you still stand there, stunnned, turned on, and really, really wanting to leave, your host turns to you with a grin.
"So, you want to make... a salad?"
That's what reading your intro page is like. It wasn't like that at first - I mean, it was, but not really - but I've known you for a teeny tiny while and it has fallen together beautifully.
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I just re-read your intro page, and I came to realize this. I mean, I had known it, but, well, duh.
Your info page is like coming over to visit someone, and they've got all their shiny knives laid out on the kitchen counter. They have a LOT of shiny knives, all kinds, and they have obviously been very, very lovingly arranged. They are not on display, per se, they're just...waiting.
So anyway, you go over to visit this person, and you come in, and there's all these beautiful kitchen knives, which is cool, and kind of sexy, if there weren't all these freaking knives all over the place. Knives are inherently sexy, but they are also inherently symbolic of pain, and what it feels like to cut mushrooms (sliiish)and really, it's just a bit too much of aview, a bit too much joy, a bit too many reflections of too many serrated edges.
But it's kinda sexy. And that's wierd. But it gets worse.
So you've gone over to visit this person and they're obviously crazy and they've got these weapons/cooking impliments/sex toys all over their kitchen. They usher you in, close the door, take your coat. While you still stand there, stunnned, turned on, and really, really wanting to leave, your host turns to you with a grin.
"So, you want to make... a salad?"
That's what reading your intro page is like. It wasn't like that at first - I mean, it was, but not really - but I've known you for a teeny tiny while and it has
fallen
together
beautifully.