This is the head shrine that my feet worship at night after night….all the little piggies huddle together at it's grilled mouth blowing hot breath whilst it stares at me suspiciously with those robotic, slightly more menacing kermit the frog like eyes and that power glowing Hindu light. We sit staring. "I don't know about you....." I say softly...my eyes squinting into half moons... "Well....... I don't know about you, ..." he quickly whispers back. I can’t complain though… as long as he keeps them warm I won’t have to listen to them squeal all night.
…and yes I know my socks do not match. thank you.
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