If anyone ever got into my head, well... They'd probably be taken hostage by something or other, or eaten, or toyed with to the point of insanity... Or, yeah, not good things. I do not consider my imagination to be a healthy one--for other people.
It has taken me twenty-two years to become even half-comfortable with the shit in my melon. God forbid anyone goes full on 'Cell' and take a stroll through my brain. I shudder to think what they would find. Anyhow, great piece as always.