Brainiac

There is an unraveling....layers of my cortex
Each layer bearing the truth of too many times
    Using my head instead of my heart....
Who is this Cere,  and why so war like...where was Cere in relationship to antebellum

To wrap the war instinct in me is what it does....the brain stem terminates in this field of electric impulses that churn the body to war....mine is askew

I am ready to fight when it is not warranted...there is a misfiring happening there....my prefrontal cortex is sending executive orders that my cere bellum refuses to acknowledge.....concussed as it has been, shaken violently it responds violently....it discern even the subtle appearance of violence.....violence abounds... in this western culture is replete with passive and overt aggression, it is how we moved indigenous people off their land....onto small parcels of desolation...
I can no longer tolerate any hint of aggression....yet the response in my system is a magnified aggression

I have no filter, only a magnifier in my cerebellum that takes what was subtle and makes it life or death....and then I persevarate to preserve my self...as if there was anything to defend...

what is being attacked...my cortex, my core, my tex..........my tex mex....the mex that were in the tex that we drove away.......

Cere.......berus....the hell hound lives in me. sleeps in me....