Brain Scan

Brain Scan Diseased dined flu, thoughts rest rain in me, every storm conceivable my forecasted mentality. Never quiet, sins confusion wicked wits in use, short fuse still burning, hot, tempered, amuse. Brass plaqued new found theory of awarded frustration, me the unsolved mystery, brilliance guiding madness to temptation. Complete control over incom[plete thoughts that run astray, ego-statistically humbled but it's impossible that, I, only think this way...