Why ARE dentists so anal about teeth?
Last night I dreamt that my mouth was like Superman’s Arctic retreat. My teeth were those crystals Superman uses for construction; each tooth being composed of hundreds of lucent crystal needles. A dentist would not have thought the teeth were perfect: some of them jutted at wild angles, some were shorter than others, some thicker; some extended to five or more dimensions, resonating in other spheres. But when it came to the tearing and rending and grinding of flesh, they got the job done.
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“some of them jutted at wild angles, some were shorter than others, some thicker; some extended to five or more dimensions, resonating in other spheres”
That wasn’t a dream, babes.
Posted on 07-Feb-07 at 2:20 pm | PermalinkYou just made my comment go away Kate. Hee hee.
Posted on 09-Feb-07 at 6:42 am | PermalinkHuh. No fillings and proud of it.
Posted on 20-Feb-07 at 8:54 am | Permalink