A face in profile on half moon
Some suggest a devil’s face is on the lunar surface, next to the Walter Crater. It looks more like a woman talking on a phone to me. But that’s not what this anecdote is regarding. There was once a time when there was a face seen in profile, on a half moon. I have to warn you though: this isn’t for the squeamish.
Our tale begins in Thailand, and it sorta ends there to. Specifically, it occurred the North Eastern Province of Buriram, and in the city of the same name, of Buriram. Never you mind why I was there, it doesn’t matter to this tale. Haha. The tail is also close to where Richard Nixon’s nose in profile, was there on the half moon. Did I mention that this post will turn suddenly nasty? Those of you who are faint-of-heart may consider surfing away now.
I was riding a motorbike. Not too fast for it was in the city, but not too slow either. When suddenly, two teenaged girls on another motorbike shot from a side street: actually, it was what the Thai people call a ‘soi’ or small street, but that really has nothing to do with the face on the half-moon either. I mean the soi didn’t, the two young ladies, still young enough to have some baby fat, turned their roundish moon faces to see the entry they’d made onto the moderately busy road, wasn’t safe. Their two mouths opened to say ‘oh!’ I suspect that word means the same in Thai as it does in English but the follow-up of ‘SH*T’ is strictly a western adaptation. They didn’t say that second part, so they were just two moon faced young Asian ladies with their mouths opened as wide as a lunar crater.
No. That’s not the face on the half moon I’m alluding to: how could one mistake two full faces, albeit two moon shaped ones, with a profile on the half moon. That came about two days later but this is where it began. BTW, I am quite serious about the part of this post that’s coming up quickly. If you wait too long, it may be too late to avoid becoming mentally scarred by something truly horrific—perhaps for life.
The two teenaged girls didn’t relish the prospect of an accident, but they were in no position to do much to prevent it. I wasn’t keen for one either, so I braked—I hit my brakes really hard. But there’s a problem with that when riding a motorbike. If one uses only the rear brake pedal, if one even remembers it’s even there during tense seconds, then the bike won’t stop quickly enough. On the flip side, (that trite term pained me to say), too much front braking action as supplied by the hand brake, has the motorbike’s front end stopping before the rest does—and that is precisely what happened. My bike went rear wheel over handlebars but it didn’t sustain any harm because fortunately for the bike, I was underneath to cushion its fall.
The young ladies apologized politely: they were genuinely sorry—and quite relieved not to have suffered any craters of road rash on their pretty moon faces. My face was intact as well. This is your last chance to stop. At least have any impressionable young minds avert their eyes. Then two days later a face seen in profile appeared on the half moon and I have the proof.
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Look Down
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Way Down!
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Or turn back before it’s too late
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I did warn you. I’ve supplied thin in large size so you can enjoy every purple detail. That’s the story of my favorite profile picture. I hope your sense of humor was as warped as mine is, so you could enjoy it.
Astral projecting is fun and it’s not as difficult as you might imagine. Neither is an astral projection experience ‘crazy’ in the way of being ‘insane’. It is ‘crazy’ in the definition of ‘awesome’ and ‘wildly enjoyable’. Astral projection is not an esoteric talent like aura reading is: any person can astral project as long as they can get their mind into the correct ‘altered state‘ and if they can keep negative thoughts about astral projection at bay.
