Poo Brains Diamonds

Why do our brains have to look like spaghetti? Why oh why can’t they look like diamonds or something a little more love-worthy? It’s just like poo, like, why couldn’t we poop out diamonds that smell like perfume? WHY why why why why? I want poo brains diamonds perfume. Is it to remind us that we’re earthy? To ground us? Then fine, I’m grounded, jeez. I can’t get away from the poo. Like, should I just die now and be romantic that way?