Your Plight Has Two Heads
We've all done it. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. We've all sat on the computer looking for pictures of two-headed animals, just to look at them. Why? Because it's interesting! They aren't supposed to exist. It's one of the few things that was made up as a fictitious being, and found much later to actually be true. A two-headed animal is a pair of conjoined twins that aren't just connected by a limb or flap of skin. They are completely joined, leaving individuality only to the head. Several two-headed snakes have been found, and have lived for a good amount of years... for soemthing that has two heads. Many two-headed fetuses of different animals have been unborn, and studied. One two-headed baby, who lived to be about two hours old, was born in England in 2000.
What has it got to be like having two heads, or better yet, sharing a body with another head? One set of nerves is controlled by two brains. If one head wants to go one way, and the other disagrees, what can the body do, besides twitch? There was a two-headed moose fetus found in the womb of a mother moose that someone shot. They froze it for studying. It could possibly live. What kind of story would that be?
"Hey, we're Dubb. They call us that because we have two heads. We haven't thought of separate names yet. That's not even our job. Our dead mother was supposed to do that. And it's not like these fucking scientists are gonna do it for us. So anyway, one morning, we're just chilling waiting to be born, and we hear gunshots. Mom fals down, and some guy with like, hands and shit pulls us out. Next thing we know, we're frozen. Hopefully, we'll live. We'll live long enough to kill that fucker that killed Mom. Shit, we still could have had two heads and been studied. No one had to die for that. So now we gotta wait a few years to get thawed, walk around, do a few tests, have a beer, and try not to eat eachother. Fuck man, talk about a broken home."
Okay, part two of this entry is last night's dream. I know the thing about the heads is sick enough, but here's another one.
I saw my mom sitting in the living room holding a small golden retriever in her arms. I then realized that it was just my dog Tori, looking up at her. The strange thing was, it was just Tori's head. It wasn't dead or anything. it was functioning normally. Her body was walking around the living room scratching itself. My dog had a wireless head.
What has it got to be like having two heads, or better yet, sharing a body with another head? One set of nerves is controlled by two brains. If one head wants to go one way, and the other disagrees, what can the body do, besides twitch? There was a two-headed moose fetus found in the womb of a mother moose that someone shot. They froze it for studying. It could possibly live. What kind of story would that be?
"Hey, we're Dubb. They call us that because we have two heads. We haven't thought of separate names yet. That's not even our job. Our dead mother was supposed to do that. And it's not like these fucking scientists are gonna do it for us. So anyway, one morning, we're just chilling waiting to be born, and we hear gunshots. Mom fals down, and some guy with like, hands and shit pulls us out. Next thing we know, we're frozen. Hopefully, we'll live. We'll live long enough to kill that fucker that killed Mom. Shit, we still could have had two heads and been studied. No one had to die for that. So now we gotta wait a few years to get thawed, walk around, do a few tests, have a beer, and try not to eat eachother. Fuck man, talk about a broken home."
Okay, part two of this entry is last night's dream. I know the thing about the heads is sick enough, but here's another one.
I saw my mom sitting in the living room holding a small golden retriever in her arms. I then realized that it was just my dog Tori, looking up at her. The strange thing was, it was just Tori's head. It wasn't dead or anything. it was functioning normally. Her body was walking around the living room scratching itself. My dog had a wireless head.