O' What The Brain Can Do
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  • Reads 163
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 15
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Nov 03, 2015
They are coming. No one listens. They are dying. No one listens. They are killing. Everyone is running. Aren't we lovely? Aren't we a work of art? Isn't the human brain so amazing? They are here. Everyone is paying attention. Normality. Humanity. Reality. Insanity. Isn't it all clearly the same?
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