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[sabacultcha]

Quieted silence nagging for sound. I'll eat a pail of yellowed mayonnaise in your memory. I've grown blisters on my eyelids from trying to rub my vision into what does not exist. Cut-outs of you are scattered on my kitchen floor, now tiles that I wash on my hands and knees. I'll update your hairstyle on a bi-monthly basis with white out and

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[caramia]

I'd love to walk around in your head.
Not to be confused with walking on your head, because that would be bad.

[sabacultcha]

That would be bad, but if ever you feel the need for the latter, I will open the garden gate (the garden gate being that small hinged door at the crown of my head).

[caramia]

There aren't any gnomes are there? They creep me out!

[sabacultcha]

There's only one. His name is Henry and he is of the friendly sort that you need not be afraid of. He wears a hat that is not unlike your own... wait a second! That is his hat... ok, I have a feeling that he might come after you. RUN MISSY RUN!!!

[anonymous]

Don't you hate it when you stick a fork in your belly button and twist it, and twist it and twist it, until you feel all your inner organs being painfully torn apart?

[sabacultcha]

I do try to avoid such action, although on the rare occasion that it has happened to me I've found it to be quite a feeling of liberation - to be free of guts, kidneys, and other useless lower abdominal organs. Not to mention that being free of all of this leaves a lovely storage compartment with easy access. What I have stored in this compartment: crayons, video tapes, pieces of string, pets, germinating seedlings, and when proper reembersement is acquired - I've let small rodents use it as a dark room to develop their vacation slides. Anyway, my point is, it's important to always look on the bright side - even if yr guts are lying on the floor in front of you. :)