...a meditation on how my condition went downhill hard, and the slide's not stopping...
...thoughts on the fact that sometimes you just wonder why you can't die, already...
...a diatribe against the use of the word nonessential, and how demeaning that can be for people caught in its cruel jaws...
...and then Barb came in out of the wind, and the subject chose itself.
There are bad hair days, and then there are...
Bad Hair Days
A photograph? Seriously? Look, I know I wrote above "...sometimes you just wonder why you can't die, already...", but I didn't mean it!
Must be something in the water,
or maybe I had too much wine,
but you look like Wolfman’s daughter…
wait, no, “Bride of Frankenstein!”
Please don’t take it as an insult,
but I really think it suits
that your style is bright result
of some monsters in cahoots
to put aside the scary mold
and make a hipster statement
that would not require cold
storage in Mad Science Basement.
Go forth, my dear, unto this day,
but make sure your lunch is dead, OK?
Music from the Groovy Ghoulies...
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