Every so often, mostly when I’m drunk or alone, the Amygdala stirs. The deep lizard wakes from his chemical submission and looks out through my eyes. During those times, the world is a simple place. Eat or be eaten. Crawl and fuck. Of course the evolved brain always reboots and pushes him back into his cage. The problem is, that his ghost is still there. Hanging in the chemo-electric static. And even worse, Late Brain looks in the mirror and says aloud, “Whats the difference?”

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