Windows of opportunity ways of touching base teamwork with alacrity cutting to the chase jingoist linguistics speaking business tongues ladders of loquaciousness rushing up the rungs
See all the little workmates running for the bus trying not to be late not to cause a fuss every day frenetic a speeding metronome a life too energetic so glad I work from home.
I'm ruptured whole and am considered inadequate as my amygdala slides through the trachea drops to my ventricles falls through the aorta plunges to my diaphragm hits the esophagus crashes to my phalanges. There is no hope. May I hold something over your cranium? May I remind you of your neuron imbalance? And yet you sit and watch as my septum separates from the left atrium from the right ventricle from the bicuspid from the tricuspid from the pulmonary semi-lunar valve. I love you. (Stupid cerebral cortex.) I love you. (Imprudent Broca's area.) I love you. (Hopeless frontal lobe.) I love your nonfunctional mind and functional soul and
