Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Wilde action figure... that is what I truly want to be....
Look at his great posture, his faraway glance, his cool cane.
Once upon a time, when I was 17, I was in a car accident and plunged the top of my head through the windscreen, making a hole size of a dessert plate. I live with almost constant tension in my neck and shoulders, which I have grown used to, but sometimes it all goes wrong.
Looking to the left for three hours on Saturday night resulted in yesterday's blooming headache and today's understanding that my skull has been replaced by one of those giant metal balls they strap onto cranes and swing into the walls of old houses. Oh, I hope my head doesn't escape from my body, and yet at the same time I hope it does, because this cranium is one weighty son of a bitch. I'm going back to bed.
P.S. Always wear your seatbelt. Always.
The hill at Snurrom
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