symbolism of slow
Namaste international love tribe Last night I slammed my right pinkie in one of the windows lining the glass box that I live in. It hurt like a BITCH. Ironically, I was just having a conversation with a mate of mine about my somewhat sad tolerance for physical pain. Two things let me know how bad I hurt myself last night, 1. the amount of blood and, 2. the fact that I literally threw up from the warning pangs being physiologically shot through...