Thursday, September 11, 2008

What Illness Do I Have Today?

Ziggy's paranoia and small vocabulary have all-but-validated his worst fears. No doubt he's planning to go out like Freddie Mercury, coughing between stanzas of songs and shivering alone in a hospital bed placed in a nicely-heated room that still can't take the edge off of those chills (apologies to Queen fans or good people). And just like Mr. Mercury, Ziggy's been hiding his ethnicity his entire life for reasons of career; would the sentimental idiosyncratics who read this feature keep on doing so if they knew he was some kind of lumpy troll?

The hopeless lines under the eyes make this one.

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