• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 07
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Brain Chemistry

In my head there are valleys and ravines and the stuff of my brain is tight packed like the Burren’s chalk pavements.

Is it here that my soul resides in the pink wrinkles?

Is it my brain that generates my dreams? Last night I was kissing a girl again and she was kissing me back with a soft wet tongue before she pulled away.

My brain, the thinking engine, woke me up so I would know there was no girl, so I would not be disappointed.