Evil knelt and bowed his head, his only head, his made-my-mind-up, sure-as-eggs-is-eggs-even-ostrich-(though-never-for-breakfast-jeez-they're-way-too-big) head — as much a part of him as any other of his anatomical features (or combinations thereof) (for he was neither a cyborg nor an amputee) — a head grown from spermy ovummy brain-seed to bushiest muttonchop dame-suck cactus as if tended by some knowledgeable shepherd of renown, like maybe with a neuroscience degree or advanced medical trainin
Published on July 05, 2009 07:18