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Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

Outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a bloodhound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as proper contra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley (foolish) crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of *****Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

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