Today we visited the Dead Sea. It was pretty cool apart from the fact that I repeatedly got salt in one of my orifices. I think every 10 minutes I had to blindly stumble from the water as my helpful Boyfriend got a bottle of water with which to rinse my burning eyes and a towel to wipe off the crusty pain. Either that, or I was spitting out mouthfuls of foaming saliva and wrinkling my face in disgust and a fruitless attempt to rid myself of the yucky yucky taste of extreme brine.
But apart from that, it was enjoyable. The water doesn't move around you like it does in the non-dead seas. It truly feels dead. As dead as water can be, of course. Is water really ever dead? I guess that would require a state of aliveness at some point...after all, water does have need oxygen to exist, and it respires by evaporating...
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I love the dead sea. Except you can't shave your legs within a week of it, or the pain is.. grueling.
I couldn't help but wonder whether "walk on water" was actually "sit on dead sea" after thousands of years of the telephone game, though...
Damn. My RSS reader isn't updating anymore.
But at some point I have to go to the dead sea, if for no reason than to understand how they posed this one supermodel in the 1996 edition of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue who appeared to be floating in space (but was clearly within the earth's gravitational pull, as evidenced by the manner in which her boobs were hanging).
I'm pretty sure that Jesus walked on the Dead Sea, then turned it into an A.D. 27 Cabernet Sauvignon, chugged it all in 77 seconds to prove his masculinity and divinity, and spit it back out as a hypersalty body of water (for sterility, and for our convenience). At least that's how it's described in my photoshopped version of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
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