This is my brain…

…and this is my brain on Hidden City.
Any questions?
Oh, there are questions? Then I shall endeavor to answer them tomorrow. For now, I am beat.
The stories, essays, dreams, and delusions of Marc Kevin Hall
This is my brain…

…and this is my brain on Hidden City.
Any questions?
Oh, there are questions? Then I shall endeavor to answer them tomorrow. For now, I am beat.
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Spider-Man, Spider-Man…
Hey, I think your Willis is showing.
Is innerestin’.
trying to figure out how to visit you in September. Medication for cats causes complications. Might be a day trip thing…or two separate day trip sort of things. I expect to be driving a lot. Send email.
err… *scratches head*
…wow!
Isn’t there supposed to be a man with a hammer somewhere in there?
Last week– Friday — when I read this, I posted a comment reminding you about those suspicious bloody dead animals you found outside your apartment and near your car, and suggested that perhaps the specialist you were consulting regarding your piercing headaches might be insufficient: maybe a voodoo priest would be more helpful. Counteract the old needle in the wax doll routine, you know.
I see today (Sunday) that comment mysteriously vanished.
Well, draw your own conclusion, but if I’m you I’m concerned on a level beyond the realm of Xrays and western science. Remember where we live and who’s walking around.
Thoughts?