Let me preface this in advance by saying . This is undoubtedly my sickest creation yet.

I was looking at this:



And couldn't get it out of my head. And not in a good way. I was like Richard Dreyfuss, seeing it in my mashed potatoes, in a pillow on the bed, in the way a gentle January wind caressed my bosom.

I even saw it... No... Oh God no...

Yes:




And then it hit me.

I apologize, one and all, but like Kurt I too have an inner longing I must express.





And this is it.