- I’m defined by my footsteps, imaginary or otherwise
- Your body parts are parts of the system
- The system is the system is the system is the system
- My Mother the Dick Breastfed me on spasmic orgasmic juices of ejaculation he did not have a use for right after
The Head is Where to Start
On the surface, I am the owner and carrier of a handful of body parts with some of which I’m more familiar, and with some, less.
The head, as a whole, I am familiar with.
The face, on the front of head, and over the head, my eyes, my nose, my mouth, lips, eyebrows, forehead – familiar. The two eyes, set side by side on the the top-section bridge of the nose; the bithches can’t look into each other’s eyeballs, that’s fact. We’ve created mirrors for that reason.
The nose is there only to sneeze, smell, sniff, and snort at times when a specific indulgence of choice is pulling hard at the senses.
There are two ears, one on each side of the head, can’t be bothered to hear each other’s ringing of the ear – I wonder why not.
Then, there is the mouth, which can’t be seen by the eyes – the importance of mirrors – but could be well heard by the ears.
The mouth is kept shut by two lips, and bursts open by an urge of the tongue.
There is a forehead on the front of the head.
It’s not assigned to do much aside from taking a beating from open palm of my hand when I am frustrated, or lean on another forehead, skin bared or veiled by an ever-reluctant mane,
to share emotions.
And yes, the skin
The skin covers all ‘round the body, keeping my innards and insides from falling down and apart and flying all over the place.
Without any holes, and openings, like what eyes and ears and mouth do, they reveal a huge lot by changing color, feeling warm to the touch, guiding a teardrop downward, keeping stiff when crashing with thunderous heavy slaps.
That’s not all.
There is the neck, for example, binding the head to the rest of me. I will go on in few minutes; don’t walk away
2011 King & Dufferin