I had lips like Jagger, but I didn't have

I had lips like Jagger, but I didn't have

beer bottle made me look like a grotesque Mick Jagger. I can't get no satisfaction looking like this. I needed plastic surgery, but you know you can't always get what you want.

Although I ain't too proud to beg. I went to the plastic surgeon & showed him my nose. I thought time was on my side but she told me it wasn't going to fade away. I died during sur

gery, the operation failing as the incisions on my nose and face gave way to sepsis. I saw the body of a frail thing on a metal table far below. I felt my ghostly nose, still fat

From reflective materials, grow long tentacles and reach down to the table. The frail body shook itself awake and grabbed the tentacle. Next thing I knew, I was in the invarrarium.

All manner of creature was in there with me. Some I recognized, Lions, Atats & tarrantulae & some were alien. Tentacled, crablike one a cloud of eyes. Escaping the invarrarium

took a backseat to my need to study this panoply of exotic otherworldy fauna. I began documenting the features of the creature resembling a cloud of eyes. I decided to name it

Debbie, after the chimp in 'Lost in Space', even though it had way more eyes and was far more nebulous than the TV chimp. I studied Debbie's eating habits and mating rituals and

my brain became pregnant with it's nun gown and alfalfa obsession. We tried counting the eyes but they kept changing places that we couldn't tell if it had 2 or 292 million.