my head is being squeezed by a careless boy perilously close to breaking the egg he's carrying ever so speedily to the end of the line.
my head cannot therefore commit to thinking, analysing, absorbing, interpreting. which is its usual job.
my head is in no way related to other parts of my body, which are always happy to conjecture, question, puzzle, tickle, and otherwise mayhem their way into trouble. headache or no headeache.
this disconnect has caused joy and horror in equal proportions throughout my head and body's unholy alliance.
long may it continue...
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