How I adore your spatulate fingers. When you grab my ankles and bear down, why, it's like being raped by an alien being. I mean that in the best possible way. I love the curious asymmetry of your nose, one nostril markedly larger than the other not unlike Thom Yorke himself. And your ears! Well, lobes aren't the be all and end all, don't let anyone tell you different. I am charmed by your throat, your adam's apple suggests a baby mouse scurrying under a carpet. And I don't call it lazy eye, I think it's more that the other eye is unusually excited, making the so-called lazy one look languid by comparison. Speaking of eyes, yours are the color of General Foods International Coffee powder, Suisse Mocha variety. Delicious, delicious.