oddly enough, thanks to Darwin, i'd prefer to be a naturalist than a father and admirer of an ageing woman form; i mean, thank **** for your little picnic of tedious conversation, meaning a lot of your acquaintances went to the gym, you ******* retards... you couldn't decipher a body-language yawn... d'uh!*

since i shaved my metaphorical mane,
every time i put my hand on
my head, i imagine a tarantula sitting on it;
prior to that, the first time i shaved it,
i thought my head was entombed with
needles.