soapboxdiner Have you seen my brain? What has happened to my brain? It has fled the premesis (that appears to be spelled so, so wrong. Blame it on brainlessness) of my head. Have you seen it? If so, please let me know so arrangements for its safe return can be made. Reward offered. Thank you. Yes, my brain has gone. Really, I don't know where it is, there was no Dear SBD letter involved, so I don't think we've broken up permanently. But I haven't seen a ransom letter either, so I know it wasn't kidnapped. I want to mourn it with metaphor, or perhaps a silly poem. Catch phrase? That might work. Drum with me my dirge, won't you? METAPHOR FOR MY MISSING BRAIN: (Free form poem version:) You see? Pitiful, isn't it? PITIFUL, I TELL YOU! (psuedo-intellectual though woefully wont for apt words metaphor:) Equally daft. I give up. Here, an all-purpose catch phrase that never fails to amuse (me): Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Again, if you have seen my brain, please send proof of life and/or simply return it to me. Though it is always a meager thing, I do so miss it terribly.
5:46 pm - 08.01.02
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