Whiskers
Whiskers or vibrissae (/vaɪˈbrɪsi/; singular: vibrissa; /vaɪˈbrɪsə/) are a type of mammalian hair that are typically characterised, anatomically, by their large size, large and well-innervated hair follicle and by having an identifiable representation in the somatosensory cortex of the brain.
They are specialised for tactile sensing (other types of hair operate as more crude tactile sensors). Vibrissae grow in various places on most mammals, including all primates except humans.
In medicine, the term vibrissae also refers to the thick hairs found inside human nostrils.
Anatomy
Vibrissal groups
Vibrissae (derived from the Latin "vibrio" meaning to vibrate) typically grow in groups in different locations on an animal. These groups are relatively well conserved across land mammals, and somewhat less well conserved between land and marine mammals (though commonalities are certainly present). Species-specific differences are also found. Vibrissae of different groups may vary in their anatomical parameters and in their operation, and it is generally assumed that they serve different purposes in accordance with their different locations on the body.
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by: VaporsBy Dave Fenton
And again I wait for you
My tired hands are turning blue
I'm not sure if it's night or day
My body's aching in the cold and rain
But, I can't go home in case you're on the next train
So, here I stand - I'm just waiting for you
Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes
Playing games I turn around
I kick my heals I count the clowns
I watch another lonely man
Oh, but there's something in the air
that says I'm in the right place
So, I gaze at the crowd I'm trying to find the right face
And there it is - You say you're sorry too
Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes
Well, there's a hole in the ground
that seems to eat me up
I can't say enough about the two of us
My arms are breaking I can't hold you enough
Oh, I can't hold you enough
Oh, I can't hold you enough
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I want to love you again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a
Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes
Well, I took you to a glycerine party everynight
I followed on my lead when you put out the light
I couldn't fight the feeling that it's warmer than rain
I couldn't fight the feeling that you can't fight trains cause I know
Nobody tastes like you
Nobody looks like you
Nobody loves like you
Nobody tastes like you
Nobody looks like you
I can't go home
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a
(What did you say?)
I said a lot of things that I didn't mean
(tell me why?)
Cause I was hungry for your sweet 16
(so you lied?)
I get so lost and lame
Oh, just to keep you here you're so naive
Like on a ball and chain but, I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a do it again
I wan'a, I wan'a, I wan'a
Everybody I know has to face the trains
Everybody I know makes the same mistakes