My brain has two poles that play ping pong with my emotions. Electric beats flow down from colorful tunnels in my brain, pass through my veins, through my intestines, and float on my internal streams of liquid life. This brain of mine is winged by ideas, it explodes sometimes, it gets saturated with sensation. It flies out of my body and invents a psychedelic paradise where it gets to eat music every day, where it gets to swim in songs, where money is made out of lyrics, and language is written in music notes.
That brain of yours... Pretty interesting.
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