These are my sixteen idiosyncrasies.
E. Fleischman
one: i’ve got eyes on the back of your head.
two: on the ends of my arms, i have wrenches and screwdrivers for making fine adjustments.
three: the only physical sensations i can feel are heat and pressure.
four: when i see a reflection of myself, i jump up.
five: to me, the night looks as bright as the day only blurry.
six: i can’t swim; the closest i can come is flying through water.
siete: i can’t understand this, but two of mine plus two of yours yields five, sometimes six.
ate: whenever someone shakes hands with me, i have to stop and count their fingers.
ten: whenever you and i are alone, there seems to be more than two of us--many more.
eleven: whenever you are i are apart, green is dark and blue is not as blue.
nein: i find the ceiling more comfortable to walk on than the floor, probably because it’s cleaner.
twelve: i wave at people while facing away from them.
13: i’m not afraid of death, but i am afraid of wild animals.
fourteen: the only way i can keep my head from flying off my shoulders is by wearing a special clamp i stole from a carpenter friend.
sixteen: i took a picture of you and hung it on my flank.
