Please sir, give me my mind back... please...

I can\'t think... good... umm... without it... please...

There are spaces filled with dots without it... now...

Please, you don\'t really need it... its not all that good anyhow...

Barely a mind at all... just a few thoughts in a canvas baggie...

A slightly confused dream and a memory clinging on to a straw...

Nothing important... umm... can I please... pretty please have it back?

Pretty please with chocolate sprinkles and a tiny umbrella...
smothered in whipped cream and a whisk of brown sugar feathered upon...

And that\'s how you make a perfect... wait... lemme read what I wrote...

Oh yea, I was begging for my brain... please oh wondrous onely one...

Grant me the incredible angst of forethought and feverish doubt...

Or something that could be interpreted as...

Please sir, please, I beg you, please... pretty sir with eyes of compassion
gimme my freaking brain back!


No, I didn\'t mean that... surely I didn\'t... Please, I beg you...

Don\'t eat my coconut!

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