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

            I’ve got two pictures for you to look at. Take a moment to really look at them...

            What the would you think if you saw that kid in the flesh? Is he sick? Was he in an accident? Did his parents do something to him?

            Yeah, it’s a picture of me, from about sixteen or seventeen years ago. Yeah, I’d been in an accident, a bit of a bike wreck. The wound over my eye is the one that resulted from that. The rest of ‘em?

            My tongue did it.

            Sounds pretty disgusting, right? I mean, how many times does somebody have to lick their lips to actually erode the flesh enough to draw blood? The answer is nearly every waking minute. And every time, I was told I needed to break that habit.

             Welcome, kids! It’s time for another story of benjamin’s Neurological Stew Head.

( The Fuckbrain™ is back. )

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Current Music: “Madame Flora’s Breakdown” from Gian-Carlo Menotti “The Medium,” with Maureen Forrester as Madame Flora