My brain is like a cat and sadly I hate cats, they have so little consideration for the collective
it loves finding boxes and enclosing itself
it usually comes out at the most unexpected times
and knocks over a vase with flowers I was carefully arranging for hours
it is at its most embarrassing when sexually attracted to people and ideas
it pleases itself with obscenities that serve no other purpose than its unsatisfiable hunger for play
it lacks eyes, ears and nose and just curls up next to the wrong people purring like an idiot
it mostly enjoys reading books by complete assholes
the few times we like the same books I announce it to everyone triumphantly
little do they know what I have to go though with this tasteless horny idiot all the time
it just finished reading a book by Celine
it really liked it and I find it quite embarrassing
he was a fucken sick fascist, brain! I cry out, but it just doesn’t care
I’m really angry at the moment and I need to stop writing and get drunk
I am not normally violent, but sometimes I even suspect it has phallocratic tendencies
we’re freaking girls!!!
Oh no was that another brain cell dieing?
Oh no, poor brain, so sorry for you… NOT!