Pot head for phrenology, wax skull for freaking visitors out, but no implants... yet!
(Actually, the first, probably unprintable, thoughts coalesced around a line in Leonard Cohen's "Chelsea Hotel #2" and it all descended into vaguely pornographic cyberpunk far too rapidly.)
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Date: 2004-02-26 02:03 pm (UTC)(Actually, the first, probably unprintable, thoughts coalesced around a line in Leonard Cohen's "Chelsea Hotel #2" and it all descended into vaguely pornographic cyberpunk far too rapidly.)