your hair is everywhere.
its stuck on the bottom of my feet... i've been trailing it around the house all day. its piled in the washroom garbage... strands are attached to the sink... its clogging my drain.

i would make an incredibly poorly written analogy right here... about your hair having taken over my home, my physical space... the same way the rest of you has begun to colonize my head. but i won't. even though i just did. fucking hell.