i feel their tender tentacles exploring the luscious curves of my scalp, undulating with gentle menace as they part my hair, sucking, sucking, intent on evacuating the contents of my cranium. i offer little resistance, bemused as i am by the whole parasitic paradigm. eep. did i just say paradigm?
they got me.
i got nothin’.
no, that’s not true. i do have something, and this, apparently, is what i have.