Friday, July 23, 2010

Lavage

Lavage is such a pretty word, if you can hear it, that is. Lavage, lavage...kind of rhymes with massage, and conjures up some whimsical luxury, maybe even a warm, creamy cheese. And now it's about to get gross. Lavage is what they do to clean out plugged up ears, and I'm addicted to it. You can take your good cry, productive cough, liberating sneeze, they have nothing on debris removal of impacted gold, (the kind you CAN grow potatoes in). It should be scary, a hot rushing tidal wave of water bearing down on your innermost thoughts. "Do it again, do it again!"

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