Another Head
31 August 2010 20:31![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesI woke up two months ago with another head growing out of the top of my own. Its chin is in the middle of my forehead, the skin smoothly wrapping around our one huge mutant skull. The face above mine has a deeper voice, a thick monobrow, and its eyes are different colours. It looks like it lost one of its ears in a fight.
And it talks. It speaks with authority but I swear it doesn’t say anything that makes sense. It speaks construction manual. It speaks politician. It speaks guidance counselor, unrequited love trying to be reassuring, and audio technician. It speaks bleeding-edge hipster band knowledge. It speaks building codes. It speaks ancient law. It speaks fictional tables of elements. It speaks directions that trail off into wilderness or bring you back to where you started. It speaks flattery for people that aren’t in the room.
It overwhelms my sensibilities. I can’t get a word in edgewise. I’ve tried to tape its mouth shut but it has lots of saliva. It tongues the tape until it gets so soggy that it falls off wetly onto my nose. Drool makes its slow way through my eyebrows.
Every time I try to punch it, I have a narcoleptic fit and go to sleep. I’ve decided to live with it.
But it’s growing a beard. Right now, the beard is down to my eyes. It’s a luxurious, thick, velvet man-mane of thatched black hair. I can barely see anymore. Soon, it will cover my nose and my mouth and I will no longer be able to smell or be heard.
I’m not sure what to do.
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And it talks. It speaks with authority but I swear it doesn’t say anything that makes sense. It speaks construction manual. It speaks politician. It speaks guidance counselor, unrequited love trying to be reassuring, and audio technician. It speaks bleeding-edge hipster band knowledge. It speaks building codes. It speaks ancient law. It speaks fictional tables of elements. It speaks directions that trail off into wilderness or bring you back to where you started. It speaks flattery for people that aren’t in the room.
It overwhelms my sensibilities. I can’t get a word in edgewise. I’ve tried to tape its mouth shut but it has lots of saliva. It tongues the tape until it gets so soggy that it falls off wetly onto my nose. Drool makes its slow way through my eyebrows.
Every time I try to punch it, I have a narcoleptic fit and go to sleep. I’ve decided to live with it.
But it’s growing a beard. Right now, the beard is down to my eyes. It’s a luxurious, thick, velvet man-mane of thatched black hair. I can barely see anymore. Soon, it will cover my nose and my mouth and I will no longer be able to smell or be heard.
I’m not sure what to do.
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