Potty-La-La Land

There are three heads. It is maybe a small yellow planet, sometimes
only gas. The gas drifts, gets up their noses and into their heads. Too
easily. Membranes are raped in this process. These membranes make loud
yelping sounds that drift slowly along the ether.

The three heads are bodies in themselves, or maybe they have lost their
bodies, and that is why they float around. They look for organisms,
sniff them out through particles that land on their gaping foreheads.
Parasites, suckling for something.

Sometimes one is angry, sometimes happy. Nothing else. They are never
all happy.

Another has no face. Did he lose that as well somewhere? Did it just
smoothly slide off one minute, into the nothing, the fog, and now he
cannot find it because his eyes were somewhere there too?

They glide around, hope they'll hear their selves shouting for them
like babies