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Amygdalae Hijack
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Amygdalae is a complex structure in the brain responsible for a wide range of behavioral functions and psychiatric conditions.
Amygdalae hijack is a medical term used to describe emotional responses from people which are out of measure with the actual threat because it has triggered a much more significant emotional threat.
[b]Read this jerking brain poem:
[/b]“Think something strange,
Sitting there on your behalf-
And you can wonder,
With the picture of a man,
Falling in a deep-dark pit.
Forget about the frequency,
Of the acoustic sound behind,
Ignore the day-light,
Close your eyes & -
Breathe inside.
It’s time past,
The canonical hour-
But there is,
No rush-no hurry,
Only soul-strings in harmony.
An orange smell,
From the consuming candle-
Its fumes collide with,
Agar-agar.
A beautiful bosom,
Narrowing out-
Like brown polka dots,
In a seventy one percent,
Blue-gelatin.
Remove the cottons,
It’s another part of the world-
The layer of stratosphere,
Four hours & fifteen minutes,
& fall again deep-dark.”
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[b]I read about the concrete comfort syndrome a while ago. Every once in a while life throws at you moments that make you reassess all you have been doing. They bring with them a razor sharp clarity that pierces through the murkiness of everyday routine. So based on this I imagined the above aero phobic fiction that ultimately drifts towards a strange shift in the ease to adapt above and looking down upon the earth as a textured fear-spot. I hope you will understand the typical drawing sometimes oddly canvassed inside your brain that differs from the actual. You are then hijacked…
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Amygdalae is a complex structure in the brain responsible for a wide range of behavioral functions and psychiatric conditions.
Amygdalae hijack is a medical term used to describe emotional responses from people which are out of measure with the actual threat because it has triggered a much more significant emotional threat.
[b]Read this jerking brain poem:
[/b]“Think something strange,
Sitting there on your behalf-
And you can wonder,
With the picture of a man,
Falling in a deep-dark pit.
Forget about the frequency,
Of the acoustic sound behind,
Ignore the day-light,
Close your eyes & -
Breathe inside.
It’s time past,
The canonical hour-
But there is,
No rush-no hurry,
Only soul-strings in harmony.
An orange smell,
From the consuming candle-
Its fumes collide with,
Agar-agar.
A beautiful bosom,
Narrowing out-
Like brown polka dots,
In a seventy one percent,
Blue-gelatin.
Remove the cottons,
It’s another part of the world-
The layer of stratosphere,
Four hours & fifteen minutes,
& fall again deep-dark.”
[b]
[b]I read about the concrete comfort syndrome a while ago. Every once in a while life throws at you moments that make you reassess all you have been doing. They bring with them a razor sharp clarity that pierces through the murkiness of everyday routine. So based on this I imagined the above aero phobic fiction that ultimately drifts towards a strange shift in the ease to adapt above and looking down upon the earth as a textured fear-spot. I hope you will understand the typical drawing sometimes oddly canvassed inside your brain that differs from the actual. You are then hijacked…
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