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Do you ever fear waking up to an empty brain?
I’ve always suspected that my startlingly bad memory is due to having a colander shaped brain.
Reading a book that discusses the vain brain can really mess with your sense of self; you’ll find yourself wondering if you really are wondering about your self or just your idealised version of your self and then wondering if even that idealised version is real or just a wonderful made-up version of that same self.
The words poured out of her as her brain twisted, cramped, and knotted with the spasms of her latest attack of logorrhea.
As the words tumbled out of Rosie’s head in a seemingly creative manner, she wondered if this morning she had accidentally woken up with the brain of another.
As she clung desperately to the tiny stem, the neurons raged all around her, bursting into fire and extinguishing as suddenly as if they were faulty switches.
“I swear,” said Bakerina as Lloyd stared at her incredulously after she recounted the China Moon Cookbook patch dream, “I have no idea why my mind works the way it does,” to which Lloyd replied, “That’s not your mind, that’s your brain.”
Lost: one brain, feared melted.
Oh, excuse me, is my decaying brain showing?
I think my brain just snapped.
My brain’s kind of like a hotel bed, I’d like to say what’s on it, but no one’s made it up for me yet.
The human brain never ceases to amaze me: I can remember exactly where I was at a particular moment in time, what I was wearing and what I could smell wherever I was, but I cannot simultaneously count to 7 (my stitch pattern) and to 5 (the number of zaps to the dvr remote so I skip the commercials); one or the other is always stuffed up.
I knew that attempting to figure out what’d gone wrong with this sentence couldn’t possibly be understood with another useless sonogram, yet there I was, playing doctor and scrubbing in for the rewrite.
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