Is human personality more like an onion or more like a fruit, say, a mango? Are we made up of spicy layers that can be stripped away until all eternity or do we hold protected a seed with all our basic makeup right in the middle of us? I'd like to think I am a fruit bearing a seed, doing all the stuff fruits do, with a core protected by juicy flesh. Who wants to be an onion? But did you know there are egyptian walking onions? Possibly you even know one personally? And what does it mean that the mango seed gets harder, the riper the fruit?Anyway, depending on the sharpness of the knife both onion and mango can be easily cut right through the middle.
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lookin forward to further stories &
possible menus...
- roquette salad (i like)
- main dishes of smiles and beauty and worry and silliness
- des(s)erts inspired by giraffes
[among other things of course!]
and maybe the occasional poetic digestion burp.
I don't have permission to access "the middle" on this server.
feeling barred
*cry*
komisch bei mir funktioniert es... versuchs nochmal?
perhaps the core of the mango is not as unified as it looks, just as the onions layers are not that disparate?
maybe density, and the ability to make sure inner layers haven't gone rotten are the best proofs of quality? ^_^
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