Occasionally something sticks in your head and you can't get rid of it, "like a sore on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you could only stop tonguing it.1" Like a bad pop song that, once you hear someone humming a few bars of it is in your head for the rest of your day...or life. Like that scary rabbit from Donnie Darko who appears as a colossus above the aspen groves of undisclosed locations in New Mexico, utterly shattering the calm magnificence of nature; or as if Godzilla, omniscient, rising above the waves in Normandie; morbidly appearing through the haze of Paris as a gossamer, polluted Anti-Christ or - showing no partiality to one religion or another - as the right hand of wrath waiting for the infidels to pour forth from Hagia Sophia. He/it's not going away anytime soon, I fear.
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