My brain is a scalpel dissecting words as they come across my path.
Slowly I inject my personal thoughts into your cerebral cortex.
Invading the left hemisphere like ants on a picnic blanket.
It is I who tweaks the nerves, Sending pulses of neurotic pleasures through out your being.
Rummaging through your thoughts and behavior patterns like a seagull at a trash heap.
My words give life as I seep through your veins traveling a direct route to your ventricles.
I fill you with thought.........
I am performing Verbal Autopsy
Slowly I inject my personal thoughts into your cerebral cortex.
Invading the left hemisphere like ants on a picnic blanket.
It is I who tweaks the nerves, Sending pulses of neurotic pleasures through out your being.
Rummaging through your thoughts and behavior patterns like a seagull at a trash heap.
My words give life as I seep through your veins traveling a direct route to your ventricles.
I fill you with thought.........
I am performing Verbal Autopsy
Buddha...let me rub your belly! :)
ReplyDeletewell spoken Jack...well said!
Thanks my anonymous friend !!!!
ReplyDelete"Rummaging through your thoughts and behavior patterns like a seagull at a trash heap", nice I like that. : )
ReplyDeleteThanks for viewing this one JosephAlsarraf !! I hope it was alright
ReplyDeletevery well written! I have to agree with your writing 'my words give life as i seep through your veins...' i truly 'feel' this.
ReplyDeleteThanks Donna!!! But if they read my daily postings like you. They might run
ReplyDeleteWow, I love this! Very cool. Thanks for the follow, Gordan.
ReplyDeleteLynNerdKelley, Thanks for reading mine too.
ReplyDeleteI have to agree, beautifully written.
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