Throbbing, beating, lying on the ground, pulsating in purple ooze. Ideas no matter how horrible, can not be contained forever. I had to get them out...all of them...every last one. And if they won't come out on their own... Skull cracked. Bone broke. Poor man's lobotomy. Sugery has been performed, sugery was a success. The brain of all creation exposed to the midnight sun, poured over the floor. Now we must wring out all the thoughts like a wet-wet wash cloth, until it's dry...until it's dry. Duty demands. But if the brain slides, if the brain moves--blast it into oblivion!
-posted by Nobius 9:06 AM 