What kind of freak are you??
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What kind of freak are you??
oh... that's scary.
I'm a two headed lamb!
Jim
I'm a two headed lamb!
Jim
i didnt understand some of the words, so i just made stuff up. it said i was a 2 head bloke thing, then it said i need some book, but i dont read books so i signed sammi up to some strange mail group
Lmfao :d
wat a wierd thing and some wierd questions
You are a: DIPUS DIBRACHIUS MONOCEPHALUS
Also known as a singleton, or "normal," you have a single head, heart, brain and body, but two hands, two legs, and two lungs.
Born alone, you will die alone. Isolated, incomplete, you have what Mark Twain called that “strange and unsocial and un canny construction”, that cannot but be obnoxious to those of a more plural persuasion. On occasion you may think of yourself as a monad, splendid in your solitude as any sun, but more often you feel yourself to be severed from some more competent, more persuasive whole, and deprived of the comraderie of the self. The twin you never had will haunt you forever, as a whiff of a wisp of a hint that something is missing. You will seek your second self outside yourself, and attempt to create it, by annexing what in others seems akin to you. Those others will probably rebuff you. Even if they seek the same thing, you remain in the sorry situation of two people attempting to make up a single twinship from mismatched and dispersed parts. Even barring successful coupling, your phantom twin may act as a social glue, bonding you temporarily to a large number of others each of whom is temporarily haunted by the specter of this lost other. Your speech patterns will emphasize I and you, artificially shoring up the false distinction between one and two, or one and many, that is your original wound. Your literary form is the rant.
You are related to...
Friedrich Nietzsche, born in Rcken in Saxony, Prussia
LOL
In other words i'm a sad desperate loner
Also known as a singleton, or "normal," you have a single head, heart, brain and body, but two hands, two legs, and two lungs.
Born alone, you will die alone. Isolated, incomplete, you have what Mark Twain called that “strange and unsocial and un canny construction”, that cannot but be obnoxious to those of a more plural persuasion. On occasion you may think of yourself as a monad, splendid in your solitude as any sun, but more often you feel yourself to be severed from some more competent, more persuasive whole, and deprived of the comraderie of the self. The twin you never had will haunt you forever, as a whiff of a wisp of a hint that something is missing. You will seek your second self outside yourself, and attempt to create it, by annexing what in others seems akin to you. Those others will probably rebuff you. Even if they seek the same thing, you remain in the sorry situation of two people attempting to make up a single twinship from mismatched and dispersed parts. Even barring successful coupling, your phantom twin may act as a social glue, bonding you temporarily to a large number of others each of whom is temporarily haunted by the specter of this lost other. Your speech patterns will emphasize I and you, artificially shoring up the false distinction between one and two, or one and many, that is your original wound. Your literary form is the rant.
You are related to...
Friedrich Nietzsche, born in Rcken in Saxony, Prussia
LOL
In other words i'm a sad desperate loner
two headed job.
mmmmmm weird alright.
mmmmmm weird alright.
CRANIOPAGUS PARASITE
You often have the feeling that you are not alone, though nobody accosts you, or blocks your path. More, it seems you possess a sort of guardian or alter ego, someone who watches over you, but who sees things you do not see, or sees the same things, but from an inverse perspective. You are occasionally stirred by sensations that have no identifiable source within conscious experience. You occasionally perform actions you did not intend, e.g. putting away the milk in the freezer, that seem to reflect some sort of logic, but a logic that is back to front, or topsy-turvy. Sometimes it is a burden to know that for everything you think you understand, there is another interpretation you cannot access—probably one that, if revealed, would turn everything you believe on its head. Usually, though, this is a source of secret satisfaction, as it may be the case that what seems to you your worse mistake may be in fact your salvation. You are particularly drawn to the optical trickery of the Changing Head. Your literary form is the ghost story.
You are related to...
The Two-Headed Boy of Bengal, born in 1783 in Mundul Gait, Bengal
Weird.......I half believe it
You often have the feeling that you are not alone, though nobody accosts you, or blocks your path. More, it seems you possess a sort of guardian or alter ego, someone who watches over you, but who sees things you do not see, or sees the same things, but from an inverse perspective. You are occasionally stirred by sensations that have no identifiable source within conscious experience. You occasionally perform actions you did not intend, e.g. putting away the milk in the freezer, that seem to reflect some sort of logic, but a logic that is back to front, or topsy-turvy. Sometimes it is a burden to know that for everything you think you understand, there is another interpretation you cannot access—probably one that, if revealed, would turn everything you believe on its head. Usually, though, this is a source of secret satisfaction, as it may be the case that what seems to you your worse mistake may be in fact your salvation. You are particularly drawn to the optical trickery of the Changing Head. Your literary form is the ghost story.
You are related to...
The Two-Headed Boy of Bengal, born in 1783 in Mundul Gait, Bengal
Weird.......I half believe it
Normal body but 3 eyes 2 noses and 2 mouthss middle eye has some sort of turth vision!
surf control: access denied
damn work
i could use a circumventor but is it really worth it? i already know i have a single head, heart, brain and body, two hands, two legs, two lungs and one big fat ass. that much is obvious.
damn work
i could use a circumventor but is it really worth it? i already know i have a single head, heart, brain and body, two hands, two legs, two lungs and one big fat ass. that much is obvious.
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[FONT=courier new,courier,monospace]You are a: TETRAPUS TETRABRACHIUS PARAPAGUS
or XIPHOPAGUS[/FONT]
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Also known as a Siamese Twin, you have two complete bodies joined at the side or, like Chang and Eng (the original Siamese Twins), at the xiphoid process, a cartilaginous part of the sternum.
You have two distinct sides to your personality. They are evenly weighted and generally harmonious, though occasionally they draw you in different directions. Usually, they cooperate. You find yourself good company, and are never lonely; sometimes you wonder what lonely would be like, and wish the murmur of your inner conversation would fall silent for a while. You have an unusually clear sense of self. You seem to be able to see yourself from the outside, as something whole, well-rounded and distinct from the consciousness evaluating it. You are confident in your judgments, because before you let them be known, you have, in an internal tribunal, both proposed and ratified them. Your literary form is the essay.
You are related to...
Chang and Eng Bunker, born in Siam (Thailand) in 1811.[/FONT]
or XIPHOPAGUS[/FONT]
[FONT=courier new,courier,monospace]
Also known as a Siamese Twin, you have two complete bodies joined at the side or, like Chang and Eng (the original Siamese Twins), at the xiphoid process, a cartilaginous part of the sternum.
Chang and Eng Bunker, born in Siam (Thailand) in 1811.[/FONT]
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susiejay said:CRANIOPAGUS PARASITE
You often have the feeling that you are not alone, though nobody accosts you, or blocks your path. More, it seems you possess a sort of guardian or alter ego, someone who watches over you, but who sees things you do not see, or sees the same things, but from an inverse perspective. You are occasionally stirred by sensations that have no identifiable source within conscious experience. You occasionally perform actions you did not intend, e.g. putting away the milk in the freezer, that seem to reflect some sort of logic, but a logic that is back to front, or topsy-turvy. Sometimes it is a burden to know that for everything you think you understand, there is another interpretation you cannot access—probably one that, if revealed, would turn everything you believe on its head. Usually, though, this is a source of secret satisfaction, as it may be the case that what seems to you your worse mistake may be in fact your salvation. You are particularly drawn to the optical trickery of the Changing Head. Your literary form is the ghost story.
You are related to...
The Two-Headed Boy of Bengal, born in 1783 in Mundul Gait, Bengal
Weird.......I half believe it
Same as me...
FOETUS-IN-FOETU
You contain your incomplete, undeveloped twin in the form of a tumor made up of diverse tissues.
You may resemble other people, but you are not at home with them. You are haunted by the impression that your life could have been entirely different, that something has gone wrong. Specifically, you have the sense that another life is buried within yours, but that you have choked or stifled it, or perhaps that it has, of its own accord, turned in on itself—the source of a constant, unremitting frustration that seems to have no suitable outlet, or an itch you cannot reach to scratch. You tend to be suspicious, to suspect others of carrying a secret, when you are the one with the secret—a secret that you do not know and will never know. Unable to determine what is wrong, you scrutinize yourself for signs of a contrary will, but in every respect you resemble yourself: you are normal. This strikes you as an almost unbearable deceit; if only you could let yourself express... express... what? You find some relief in anagrams. What hides within you can find no way out, but you feel it growing heavier, knottier. You suspect it is growing teeth. Your literary form is the lipogram.
You contain your incomplete, undeveloped twin in the form of a tumor made up of diverse tissues.
You may resemble other people, but you are not at home with them. You are haunted by the impression that your life could have been entirely different, that something has gone wrong. Specifically, you have the sense that another life is buried within yours, but that you have choked or stifled it, or perhaps that it has, of its own accord, turned in on itself—the source of a constant, unremitting frustration that seems to have no suitable outlet, or an itch you cannot reach to scratch. You tend to be suspicious, to suspect others of carrying a secret, when you are the one with the secret—a secret that you do not know and will never know. Unable to determine what is wrong, you scrutinize yourself for signs of a contrary will, but in every respect you resemble yourself: you are normal. This strikes you as an almost unbearable deceit; if only you could let yourself express... express... what? You find some relief in anagrams. What hides within you can find no way out, but you feel it growing heavier, knottier. You suspect it is growing teeth. Your literary form is the lipogram.
susiejay said:CRANIOPAGUS PARASITE
You often have the feeling that you are not alone, though nobody accosts you, or blocks your path. More, it seems you possess a sort of guardian or alter ego, someone who watches over you, but who sees things you do not see, or sees the same things, but from an inverse perspective. You are occasionally stirred by sensations that have no identifiable source within conscious experience. You occasionally perform actions you did not intend, e.g. putting away the milk in the freezer, that seem to reflect some sort of logic, but a logic that is back to front, or topsy-turvy. Sometimes it is a burden to know that for everything you think you understand, there is another interpretation you cannot access—probably one that, if revealed, would turn everything you believe on its head. Usually, though, this is a source of secret satisfaction, as it may be the case that what seems to you your worse mistake may be in fact your salvation. You are particularly drawn to the optical trickery of the Changing Head. Your literary form is the ghost story.
You are related to...
The Two-Headed Boy of Bengal, born in 1783 in Mundul Gait, Bengal
Weird.......I half believe it
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You have a: FOETUS-IN-FOETU
You contain your incomplete, undeveloped twin in the form of a tumor made up of diverse tissues.
yea that sound just like me
You contain your incomplete, undeveloped twin in the form of a tumor made up of diverse tissues.
yea that sound just like me
surprise surprise i too am : CRANIOPAGUS PARASITE
Lol - what a sly pisstake :worship: I was grinning by page three!
snap thats what i am we must be related !
snap thats what i am we must be related !susiejay said:CRANIOPAGUS PARASITE
You often have the feeling that you are not alone, though nobody accosts you, or blocks your path. More, it seems you possess a sort of guardian or alter ego, someone who watches over you, but who sees things you do not see, or sees the same things, but from an inverse perspective. You are occasionally stirred by sensations that have no identifiable source within conscious experience. You occasionally perform actions you did not intend, e.g. putting away the milk in the freezer, that seem to reflect some sort of logic, but a logic that is back to front, or topsy-turvy. Sometimes it is a burden to know that for everything you think you understand, there is another interpretation you cannot access—probably one that, if revealed, would turn everything you believe on its head. Usually, though, this is a source of secret satisfaction, as it may be the case that what seems to you your worse mistake may be in fact your salvation. You are particularly drawn to the optical trickery of the Changing Head. Your literary form is the ghost story.
You are related to...
The Two-Headed Boy of Bengal, born in 1783 in Mundul Gait, Bengal
Weird.......I half believe it
