Poetic-Verses
THE NICTATING BRAIN
JOY SUN
DEDICATION
For Hypermatic Numerology. 32827: Three, too, Ate; two, serving. In Reference to Truth.
There once existed a little lad at Alengo bridge also called Pinkibite or Alengko Star, too sweet, too good, but beset with troubles. If it is built on truth that everyone delivered from the womb is a packaged gift of excellence lent to time for a future, decisive function or future usefulness, then he narrowly escaped being labelled a hopeless, consigned, unfortunate, permanent wreck, whom the enthusiasts of earth or volume of available witches and wizards forcefully and traditionally dump in the trash heap of irredeemable, abandoned and resigned worthlessness. Well, the guy had troubles: no little troubles. Head pounds, head bangs, head hammer smashes, head-all-else everything and related bruhaha. With no sleep from zero, and every affordable measure to forcefully prove his most detailed, utterly confirmed worthlessness in humanity which just needed a forcefully administered euthanasia to marathonly confirm same, in the volume of available witches and wizards around at that time, and with issues like "the boiling head", "the cooked head", "the roasted head", "the fried head", etc etc he fared every time problematic. Having a roach leg drag constantly and tear within the brain, a bunch of broom immersed and stirred in the same, blood tappers tapping blood from the same brain, the head/ brain literally itched every second, resulting in a myriad of cars running to smash him in his imagination, knives stabbing him, people robbing him faeces, throwing him at moving cars and attempting to push him into dirty gutters, and invisible people beating him every second and vowing with the swear words: "I mean it, you will die!", stabbing him with broken bottles and tapping blood from beneath his feet; with tumbling cars and moving houses; a jumble dynamics for what would later be called "the racing mind", "the flying mind", "the violent mind", "the spark battery" or "the NICTATING or itching brain", while he maintained his composure, as difficult as it was, keeping to schedules and attending to life's daily routines. As much as everything was wrong with him, nothing was wrong with him, except that the available surviving volume of witches and wizards wanted each to forcefully have a piece of him, something modern updated science has proven to us. Later, a Consultant Psychiatrist would recommend to him the film "A BEAUTIFUL MIND", with
events turning out that he also wanted to kill or have a piece of him. It was an acorn dynamic; attempting to solve a problem with a problem. He would later hear the term "nictation" in an Agriculture class as a student of twelve, and confirm what was really "wrong with him" had like everything else a name which he was bound to prove, albeit very much later in life. Nictation was a constant restless state of a biological system that operated itself automatically and subconsciously like the blinking of the eyes. It was a form of rythimic cellular, tissue or systemic breathing or BIOLOGICAL WAVE arising from a disturbance by evil free virates (in a problematic case) or modular vibrations of the allvirate in a living system or A BRAIN THAT BREATHES, LEAPS OR CONSTANTLY VIBRATES DUE TO HIGH LEVELS OF PAIN OR DISCOMFORT. But this form of nictation was rather too condensed, compressed and happened virtually in the milliseconds. But it paid off in the multitude of problems in the ocean of problems. He looked back to embrace it all with laughter: the flying invisible syringes tapping blood while hypnotizing him down and swearing he must curse God or commit suicide, the invisible coffins forcing and locking him in while he would be 101% sure he was dead, the hunger, penury, lack of everything, condensed hatred from loved ones, constant painful loss of opportunities, torment and humiliation from the available volume of surviving witches and wizards acting as compulsive medical personnel, hypocritical love and denial, animal attacks and often spiritual terrorism, bad luck, fortune theft and virtue theft, depression and discouragement arising from bearing spiritual burdens the weight some of which were eternal time heavier than the earth, soliloquy, screetchings, offensive disdain, labelling and humiliation in a pact of medical persecution often tendered by far younger juniors who knew nothing or will know nothing about school, while with a hanging hope of 0.01% to be alive each day: as one jig saw puzzle that fit one whole, beautiful portrait making sense. So, who were these Three, eating too, while two served? For a better grasp of the topic and a larger scope of understanding, embrace PSYCHOANIMATICS, PHYSICOLOGY, SOCIENCE AND PROBLEMATICS, ASPECTS OF VIRILOGY AND INFORMATION DYNAMICS.
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THE NICTATING BRAIN
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