A Great Big Giant Pumpkin Head
My head feels like a great big giant pumpkin head. It’s completely stuffed up. I can’t think. I haven’t been able to write. I’ve barely managed to think my way through tedious contract details, timecards, payroll, and invoicing at work the last couple of days. Those tasks all involve more concentration than I can muster. At the moment, I only feel the weight of the biggest pumpkin ever imagined or seen where my head used to be. This
Great Pumpkin is no Charlie Brown fairy tale it’s bigger than
James’s Giant Peach. My giant pumpkin head’s heaviness is amplified in slow motion every time I move it. I find myself sitting, concentrating, trying to think, comprehend, analyze-- just process thought and the color orange is the only thing that registers. The common-cold-monster has gone mad with the kitchen knives and is carving a jack-o-lantern out of my great big giant pumpkin head. It’s carved a large engorged nose that never stops drip drip dripping. Droopy eyes that are run run running and a mouth that is constantly thirst thirst thirsting for something other than the slimy pumpkin pulp within. A large hole has been carved in the top of my head and part of my skull lifted away. It feels a little bit strange but the cool air is nice in my hazy state.
“Wait! What’s that!?” I scream as paranoia registers through my hazy pumpkin head.
“Is that a giant monster hand!?” My voice screams echoing through my thick pumpkin head.
“Aaaggghhh! That giant monster hand is reaching inside my great big giant pumpkin head!” I realize terrified.
“Eeewww... I can feel its big thick fingers poking around inside my lethargic pumpkin head.” I exclaim disgusted.
“OH NOOOOO!!” I wail.
The giant common-cold-monster hand is scooping out my slimy pumpkin pulp brains. Every great pumpkin seed idea I ever had is being removed as the monster hand scoops and scrapes out handfuls of my slimy pumpkin pulp. My great big giant pumpkin head feels empty… devoid of coherent thought. There’s just a shell of the
Great Pumpkin head myth left in my captive mind. That despicable common-cold-monster is in control now. I can only hope this tiny flicker of light burning in my great big giant empty pumpkin head will generate enough heat to fuel brain activity so I can function through another day.
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