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He was a meathead. His head was made out of meat. Is there a species of head that is not made out of meat? Are not all heads meat heads? Sometimes his head wore a helmet. Sometimes his head grew red leaking spots on its forward-turned side. Sometimes his head struck the shoulder of the head made of meat on the boy playing across from him. Sometimes his head chewed his food. Sometimes his head shook and his eyes rolled like paper dolls. His head occasionally turned its forward-turned side (the side of its ocular capacity) towards the meat hanging from the skeletons of the females. At times these hanging meats displayed themselves from a cubic box emitting light and pictures and sounds. At others they displayed themselves in his natural habitat. His head made out of meat grew hair most of his life. His head grew only one thing more, only one more real thing. A rosy stain on the woven blanket fitted around the chair he sat in when he traveled long distances at high speeds. His head had turned its most important side towards a body it thought it might once have turned towards before, some long time before. In the box? Or in the head? His head at last betrayed him. His head made out of meat.