a permafrost home for my choking black head

I had a post here, with a really sucky last line, but it didn't make the grade. It blew its mind out in a car.

But, hmmm, height of uncreativity signalled by random Beatles song quoting. Well, we're all entitled to a giant vats of body-changing self-rectification, it doesn't change the fact that my sense of humour has gone to see the doctor this week and hasn't come home. Damn you evil job from hell for stealing the only thing precious left for me in this world! *sticking head into permafrost ground and screaming in desperate attempt to expunge black cloudy miasma choking interior, and get wicked ultra mud facial at same time.*

Oh, and blue bread really is gross.