Make a small incision at the headwound. In a circular motion with a small flint. Open up my skull, pull out the brain with a little sucky hose straw.. Look at it glisten in the morning light. See it there.. a sunbeam radiates its line over my brain.. so delicately.. like a precession of antelope. Doesn’t it feel just like playdoh? Smells like playdoh too huh?
Brain Don’t need no food just now. Don’t need no shelter just now. Brain just needs some hugs and a bit a’ rockabyebaby in the treetop with some snuggle blankeys and a big ol Greek water vessel adorned In pretty flowers and pictures of gods and goddesses.. forever.
Light as a feather, stiff as a board.