03-28-2004, 05:33 AM
Top what?
I can, at will, disconnect both of my shoulders from their sockets, disconnect both of my hips, disconnect my jaw from it's socket, and I am capable of bending both of my thumbs and most of my fingers backwards to the point where the fingernail can touch the second knuckle. I can disconnect my thumbs from their sockets, and, there have not been a pair of hand cuffs made yet that are capable of holding me. Very large wrists, and, with my fingers and thumbs disconnected, very small hands. When either arm is disconnected, I can reach around my back, whip my elbow out, reach over my chest with the same arm, and have my left hand touch my left shoulder after wrapping the arm around my body. Same with the right. After disconnecting a hip, I can grab my leg in my hand, and smack my heel into the back of my skull. Either leg.
A long long long long time ago when I was taking Aikido, I could bend over backwards, put my head down between my ankles, keep bending, and bring my head up to my knees allowing me to look straight forward from down between my legs.
I can, with a great deal of pain and effort, and a lot of time, pop each segment of my spine and wiggle it loose, and make my self a touch over three inches taller. I am no longer able to do this after the screws that got screwed into my neck bones, but, there was a time when with a little time and effort, I could turn my head completely backward and look behind me, my chin squarely aligned with my spine.
My ability to just come apart has been what has saved me more times then I could count in beatings and wrecks and injuries. When I impact or something strikes me, I just come apart in all directions like a poorly made scare crow. Energy is spread out over an area. One more then one occasion after what seemed like a truly horrific accident, with all my limbs spread out in ways God and Nature never intended, and on lookers hurling up the contents of their stomachs at the very sight of me I have pulled my self and all my pieces together to rise up mostly unharmed.
This has been the secret to surviving the very worst of beatings that I have taken, and the multitude of injuries. I have no explanation, other then I have always been like this as far back as I can remember as a kid. I can remember when I was very very little, there was this girl named Tiffany that would always pester me, so one day I twisted my back so my chest was facing behind me and then turned my head so I was looking ahead once more. I wobbled over to her and told her that I had fallen from a tree and that I didn't feel well. It took her a moment to realize that my torso was backwards... She could see the twisted skin of my neck. My belly button was behind me.
She screamed for hours.
Ah, sweet solitude.
I can, at will, disconnect both of my shoulders from their sockets, disconnect both of my hips, disconnect my jaw from it's socket, and I am capable of bending both of my thumbs and most of my fingers backwards to the point where the fingernail can touch the second knuckle. I can disconnect my thumbs from their sockets, and, there have not been a pair of hand cuffs made yet that are capable of holding me. Very large wrists, and, with my fingers and thumbs disconnected, very small hands. When either arm is disconnected, I can reach around my back, whip my elbow out, reach over my chest with the same arm, and have my left hand touch my left shoulder after wrapping the arm around my body. Same with the right. After disconnecting a hip, I can grab my leg in my hand, and smack my heel into the back of my skull. Either leg.
A long long long long time ago when I was taking Aikido, I could bend over backwards, put my head down between my ankles, keep bending, and bring my head up to my knees allowing me to look straight forward from down between my legs.
I can, with a great deal of pain and effort, and a lot of time, pop each segment of my spine and wiggle it loose, and make my self a touch over three inches taller. I am no longer able to do this after the screws that got screwed into my neck bones, but, there was a time when with a little time and effort, I could turn my head completely backward and look behind me, my chin squarely aligned with my spine.
My ability to just come apart has been what has saved me more times then I could count in beatings and wrecks and injuries. When I impact or something strikes me, I just come apart in all directions like a poorly made scare crow. Energy is spread out over an area. One more then one occasion after what seemed like a truly horrific accident, with all my limbs spread out in ways God and Nature never intended, and on lookers hurling up the contents of their stomachs at the very sight of me I have pulled my self and all my pieces together to rise up mostly unharmed.
This has been the secret to surviving the very worst of beatings that I have taken, and the multitude of injuries. I have no explanation, other then I have always been like this as far back as I can remember as a kid. I can remember when I was very very little, there was this girl named Tiffany that would always pester me, so one day I twisted my back so my chest was facing behind me and then turned my head so I was looking ahead once more. I wobbled over to her and told her that I had fallen from a tree and that I didn't feel well. It took her a moment to realize that my torso was backwards... She could see the twisted skin of my neck. My belly button was behind me.
She screamed for hours.
Ah, sweet solitude.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."