Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

WHAT THE FUCK IS MY BRAIN?!

So, today, my computer starts playing one of its 12,000+ songs while I'm at work.

It's David Cassidy, singing "I Think I Love You."

So I start singing along, to myself, as my student workers laugh.

"I think I love you,
So what am I so afraid of,
A running horse on fire,
Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum...uh...spikes."

There I am, sitting at my desk, contemplating whether a spec piece I just submitted to Magazine X (Shonen Jump, and it was) is going to get accepted, and my fuckoff brain is barraging me with images of flaming ponies. Think about it for a second. Pretend a horse, an ordinary horse, is running at you. That's pretty fucked up on its own. I mean, what do you do? You can't really win against a running horse.

NOW IMAGINE THAT THE HORSE IS ON FIRE. Not a little bit, and not like it's Ghost Rider's Horse, so it's not a comfortable fire. This HORSE is on FIRE. And it's making HORSE on FIRE noises. And it's running at you.

Brrrr...

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