Britney, your head.
Hair is our enemy.
The axis of evil? Hair, hair,
and hair. It tried to
take over our vaginas,
Britney, but you defeated it.
It tried to take over
our heads, Britney, but you
prevailed. I wonder if
it isn't growing on your babies.
I wonder if you wonder.
I wonder if you look at Lindsay,
at Paris, and are horrified.
Their colonized heads.
They are mere husks. We
are mere husks, the hair crawling
from body to body as it
outgrows us. Go back to that
salon, Britney. The hair
won't be there, scattered on the
floor. It got hungry.
