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.
4 comments:
i love your blog. with your retroactive permission, i'd like to continue using "Britney, your head." as the poem of the day for today (march 20th) at one of my blogs, The Daily. (i've already named it so, but if you'd prefer the poem be linked to as opposed to displayed, just let me know.)
keep up the fantastic work, gil. your blog is already in my google reader, so poem on.
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