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April 4, 2011

Four Arms: Robin Starfish of the beautiful Motel Zero has survived heart surgery and tells the tale

About the fourth day something slowly dawned on me. It seemed impossible, but I examined myself and found it to be true. I do not have four arms.
From the moment I woke up after surgery, I possessed four arms. Just like everyone else. The two I am used to, and two more directly behind and underneath the others. It was those arms that had been "holding me up" for 4 days. They were there like it was the most natural thing in the world, and it never occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, they were imaginary. They weren't like "angel wings" and they were not an external force. They were my own arms but they were pretty much autonomic, doing their thing without any conscious effort from me. They wrapped my back and chest, kept me warm, protected me from bumps, and were ever present. Sometimes they were filled with a powerful pulsing golden light that I would catch out of the corner of my eye, but mostly they were just there, albeit invisible. I miss them. -- Motel Zero: Organ Music

The whole story of his passage is worth reading.

Posted by Vanderleun at April 4, 2011 12:58 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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