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	<title>Comments on: Toothy</title>
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		<title>By: unreliable narrator</title>
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		<dc:creator>unreliable narrator</dc:creator>
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		<description>I always think: teeth is the part of my skeleton I can see. The visible evidence that I am bones and a skull.

They scare me more in their mirrored nightly existence, not so much in the dentist&#039;s chair—though I love this part in &lt;i&gt;Synecdoche, NY,&lt;/i&gt; just a short scene, where the dentist or assistant or whatever is measuring out the gaps? and is saying in this droning monotone: &quot;Five...five...six...five...&quot; and only if you are over 35 and have gum disease do you start moaning in sympathy.

But there are of course plenty of those tantric graveyard meditations, staring for days at a skull and just being with it, being with the fact of dying. And you did this in a modern-day antiseptic charnel ground. Being with dentistry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always think: teeth is the part of my skeleton I can see. The visible evidence that I am bones and a skull.</p>
<p>They scare me more in their mirrored nightly existence, not so much in the dentist&#8217;s chair—though I love this part in <i>Synecdoche, NY,</i> just a short scene, where the dentist or assistant or whatever is measuring out the gaps? and is saying in this droning monotone: &#8220;Five&#8230;five&#8230;six&#8230;five&#8230;&#8221; and only if you are over 35 and have gum disease do you start moaning in sympathy.</p>
<p>But there are of course plenty of those tantric graveyard meditations, staring for days at a skull and just being with it, being with the fact of dying. And you did this in a modern-day antiseptic charnel ground. Being with dentistry.</p>
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