On occasion, this blog occasionally comments on various magazine covers from supermarket checkout lines. One thing I notice in almost every line is a face. A popular face. A particular popular face. A face that haunts me, troubles me, burns itself into my memory, strikes fear into me, floats on the inside of my eyelids as I wait for sleep to erase that face.



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Seriously, the only place I have ever seen her is on magazine covers in the check-out line. She reminds me of a hybrid of Tammy Faye Baker and the Silver Surfer.