The head is a house with termites in it.
i likee the head cheese. my house is emptiness, holes, air pockets. i lay eggs in the little mouths.
I am interested in the holes and pockets. What else can they be filled with, I can hardly imagine.
fill the empty pockets with jelly. it's a good substitute for love.
but i AM love!!! silly.
Dilapidated collapse of house is junking up the brain stem, however the corridors floors are being polished. There are machines for this task, they are like vacuums but with brushes for buffing on the end. They have a will of their own. There is a probing that occurs with enlarged fingers that reach in through the windows. Big fingers, little windows like eyeholes. Something like that.
Don't make me love you, don't do it.
Hi Capt'n! I miss you.
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