Twister Fries

Inside a potato brain are curly, cheesed twister fries.
Sometimes, they look like this:










Invisible.
Nothing goes in.
Perhaps a vague, fuzzy .gif file of skating on ice may try to force itself in.
Perhaps a vivid memory of something that used to be cozy and pleasant may root itself down.
Perhaps a warning sign for deadlines may flash once in a while.
But they are all wiped out
and inside a potato brain









nothing is left.


Potato brain in comatose.