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“Let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek”, so says Viola in Shakespeare’s play Twelfth Night. That’s all very well, but what about a worm in the eye? You think I’m joking, you think that this is the beginning of some kind of horror fiction? Well, I can assure you, I’m not and this is no fiction. Don’t take my word for it. Just ask 75-year-old P K Krishnamurthy, an Indian man who had a five-inch live worm removed from his eye last week.
This particular medical horror story comes from Mumbai in India. Two weeks ago Mr Krishnamurthy started to feel discomfort... (more)
There are people in life, wandering around my perimeters. They are parasites, drawing from me like a tic. Working my way through the jungles of the game, they latch on. Suckers, filling themselves with my blood. I let some hang on, knowing they are there, keeping an eye on them; I'm in control. The tic is bold, so consumed with satiating its desire, knowing not that its life is in my hands, nor does it care. One day, I will have enough and will squash the tic, making a blood stain on my leg, smiling with gratification of my exercise of power over it. It's funny to watch little creatures... (more)
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