a_philosopher_taped_to_the_wall epitome_of_incomprehensibility I was working furiously today... somewhat furiously, at least... on finishing an essay while being really really tired. At any rate, I was in a library and I saw a thermometer taped to the wall. I thought, that's weird, and said to someone, "Look, there's a philosopher taped to the wall!" I had to reassure him that I wasn't completely delusional, I just couldn't talk. Philosopher, thermometer... same difference. 100402 ... crazy epitome wow, maybe I am tired. I haven't put underscores under my name here for what, three years? Perhaps I'll stop blathering and go to sleep, dreaming of taping philosophers to walls. As museum exhibits or avant-garde art or something. 100402 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I don't know if he was a philosopher, but when I was in eleventh grade some classmates in the cafeteria decided to duct-tape a boy to the wall... with his full and free consent, I might add; it might have been a strange place, but it wasn't an unusually vicious one. They covered his arms and legs with the tape, then pulled out the cafeteria table from under him. He stuck! He didn't fall! (Whatever I was studying was thoroughly ignored at that point.) After a few seconds, though, he complained of feeling faint and having his circulation cut off, so the other people helped him down. He was all right, but he was still peeling the stuff off his clothes when a teacher came in and told us to stop whatever we were doing. The funny thing was, another teacher had walked through while the duct-taping was in progress and didn't stop it. He just made sure we weren't supposed to be in class (several grade 11 classes, not just mine, had a free period) and then walked on by. 140731 ... e_o_i This also sounds like some indie porn title. 140731 what's it to you? who go blather from