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I Think My Brain Is Coming Out of My Ears

I think my brain is coming out of my ears, Luke Yates ' I think my brain is coming out of my ears Found a pink wet thing like a prawn on my pillow this morning felt it, smelt it, looked at it under the microscope and I could see memories, rumours and dreams scrawled in my handwriting over the surface. I keep my bit of brain in a jar, feed it marmalade, call it Fred. Frightening to think what might be missing - unexplained chunks of life. (I can't find the remote). Tonight I sleep, orifices stuffed and my ears glued to the sides of my head.'

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