Her: Hmm...
Him: About you.
Her. Oh! What was it?
Him: It was horrible, darling! I saw... I saw that your head was cut off and I was... I was wandering around trying to find some way of putting it together... all the while carrying the amputated head in my hands. It was terrible, terrible! Please promise me you'd stay close. Promise you wouldn't leave me.
Her: I promise, honey.
(After a 2 minute pause)
Her: So, you reckon my face is so bad you cut it off even in your dreams?
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| You'd rather I had a TV for my head, don't you? |
9 comments:
i love the thought process :P
where's your head at?
CRD
Some thoughts blast like shotgun.
Liked it...nice thoughts/dreams/talks.
take care
rainboy
Bingo !!! No confusion , Great Combination ..like this very much, love it, wish i have had this kinnda dreams too..Forget dreams, in reality. ((the comments made in anticipation that my Run away girl friend will read this in near future and not allied to any other person in this blog ))
reminds me of my train of thoughts...
"Hey!! Do I look invisible to you?"
"Sorry, lost my head there for a minute!!"
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I believe 'Him' would much rather 'Her' did not have a TV for a face. Or so I believe.
lol
Nice to see you diggin in humor. This is as white humor as I'd expect from you. :P
hehe... cute one
Great collage.
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