Stories From The Head

The Humjo-Dancer Øget wasn't too happy with his performance in the Humjo-dance. He was fully prepared, he had his leather egg, his umun-suit, and his red pony-basket (for storing the dead pony in, between the performances). But something didn't quite click for Øget. He tried hard to put his finger on what the problem might be. Then...he tried even harder, but his finger kept slipping, and penetrating his father's "beard". It might have been the fact that his mother, Hønhaz, had given Øget her best duck-impersonation the moment before Øget was going on stage to perform the Lævvæ-move (the highlight of the evening, not counting the after-show fucking). But no. Øget KNEW that the duck-impersonation had been a big help for him in the process of understanding the anatomy of the dead pony (in Master Junnebrøv's opinion, the most important thing in preparation to the Lævvæ-move). "Now I know", Øget said to himself (even though Master Junnebrøv, his father, and Hønhaz (his mother) were in the extreme proximity of Øget (0,125 inches to be exact)). "My mind was busy with the thought of my lost love, Kræthbjørk". But Master Junnebrøv, his father, and Hønhaz (his mother) all shook their heads and said; "Yes, Øget, that must be it". Øget could feel his torso levitating slightly off the ground. His left leg soon followed. Then his left arm. Then his chin. Then Master Junnebrøv's rectum. Finally, Øget had become THE PERFECT HUMJO-DANCER. Having freed himself of the unnecessary body parts (such as the head, the right arm, the right leg, and the "box"), Øget could soar as high as humanly possible, without the help of drugs. "It's time", Master Junnebrøv (minus rectum) said. Then Øget performed the Lævvæ-move. It was a total failure...

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