taste in my mind, blech

[Bostaevski]

damn i thought i was the only one

I don't have the poker felt thing but had something similar. In elementary school our gynmasium had carpeted walls and I used to always imagine what it would be like to rub my front teeth on that carpet. It was this creepy thing though because just the thought of it gave me the heebie-jeebies worse than screeching fingernails on a chalkboard.