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my brain: You said you wouldn't laugh at the size of it I don't really care if you cry On the real you should've never lied Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge [Verse 1] Phantom that's all red, inside all white Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now Everybody got the same swag now, watch the way that I tear it down Stackin' my bands all the way to the top, all the way 'til my bands fallin' over Every time that you leave your spot, your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over" I like the way that she treat me, gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova She say I'm insane, yeah, I might blow my brain, yeah! Xanny help the pain, yeah Please, Xanny make it go away I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me All the pain, now I can't feel it, I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah [Verse 2] That is not your swag, I swear you fakin' Now these niggas wanna take my cadence Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em Medicine, lil' nigga take some Fast car, Nascar, race on 'em In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would become Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes You is not a G, though Lookin' at you stackin’ all your money, it all green though I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll [Bridge] She say, "You're the worst; you're the worst" I cannot die, because this my universe
 my brain: You said you wouldn't laugh at the size of it
I don't really care if you cry On the real you should've never lied Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die" Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge All my friends are dead Push me to the edge [Verse 1] Phantom that's all red, inside all white Like somethin' you ride a sled down, I just want that head My Brittany got mad, I'm barely her man now Everybody got the same swag now, watch the way that I tear it down Stackin' my bands all the way to the top, all the way 'til my bands fallin' over Every time that you leave your spot, your girlfriend call me like, "Come on over" I like the way that she treat me, gon' leave you, won't leave me, I call it that Casanova She say I'm insane, yeah, I might blow my brain, yeah! Xanny help the pain, yeah Please, Xanny make it go away I'm committed, not addicted, but it keep control of me All the pain, now I can't feel it, I swear that it's slowin' me, yeah [Verse 2] That is not your swag, I swear you fakin' Now these niggas wanna take my cadence Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em Medicine, lil' nigga take some Fast car, Nascar, race on 'em In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would become Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes You is not a G, though Lookin' at you stackin’ all your money, it all green though I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll [Bridge] She say, "You're the worst; you're the worst" I cannot die, because this my universe

I don't really care if you cry On the real you should've never lied Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes She said, "Baby, I am...

my brain: Popular on Quora If a person is born deaf, which language do they think in? Michele Westfall, speaks ASL fluently Updated Sep 2 Upvoted by Laura Hale, Disability sport reporter and Ashley Harris, Teacher of the Deaf and I am also Deaf myself. I was born Deaf and have been Deaf my whole life. I do not wear hearing aids or cochlear implants (and have no desire to wear either). I speak American sign language (ASL) and it is my primary language. I am a mother of two born-Deaf children, so our being Deaf is genetic for us. I have a 'voice' in my head, but it is not sound-based. I am a visual being, so in my head, I either see ASL signs, or pictures, or sometimes printed words. My inner voice does have words, concepts, and thoughts. My mind is not blank, nor is it "silent." I process information through my brain, my eyes, my nose, my tongue, and my touch, all in the same way anyone would process their information. Sound just isn't part of my thought process, and because it's not part of my thought process does not mean I don't have an inner voice. I do. I'm a conscious, sentient being who thinks and reasons. :-) .2m Views-View Upvotes Upvote 46k Downvote Comments 386+ View 85 Other Answers to this Question <p><a href="http://darkhairedgirlfromgallifrey.tumblr.com/post/159394328790/oryeo-ive-always-thought-about-this-cause" class="tumblr_blog">darkhairedgirlfromgallifrey</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://oryeo.tumblr.com/post/158733307717" class="tumblr_blog">oryeo</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>❤️</p></blockquote> <p>I’ve always thought about this cause of course if you’re hearing you think words but if you’ve never been deaf then it’s very to try and imagine how they “think”. Whereas when we think we “hear” the words. I can hear them as I type this so to know exactly how a deaf person thinks or how their inner voice (for lack of a better word) works is fascinating.</p></blockquote> <p>I&rsquo;ve honestly never thought about this before but that&rsquo;s really interesting. I have thought about what blind people dream though.</p>
 my brain: Popular on Quora
 If a person is born deaf, which language do they
 think in?
 Michele Westfall, speaks ASL fluently
 Updated Sep 2 Upvoted by Laura Hale, Disability sport reporter and Ashley Harris,
 Teacher of the Deaf and I am also Deaf myself.
 I was born Deaf and have been Deaf my whole life. I do not wear hearing aids or
 cochlear implants (and have no desire to wear either). I speak American sign language
 (ASL) and it is my primary language. I am a mother of two born-Deaf children, so our
 being Deaf is genetic for us.
 I have a 'voice' in my head, but it is not sound-based. I am a visual being, so in my
 head, I either see ASL signs, or pictures, or sometimes printed words. My inner voice
 does have words, concepts, and thoughts. My mind is not blank, nor is it "silent."
 I process information through my brain, my eyes, my nose, my tongue, and my touch,
 all in the same way anyone would process their information. Sound just isn't part of
 my thought process, and because it's not part of my thought process does not mean I
 don't have an inner voice. I do.
 I'm a conscious, sentient being who thinks and reasons. :-)
 .2m Views-View Upvotes
 Upvote 46k Downvote Comments 386+
 View 85 Other Answers to this Question
<p><a href="http://darkhairedgirlfromgallifrey.tumblr.com/post/159394328790/oryeo-ive-always-thought-about-this-cause" class="tumblr_blog">darkhairedgirlfromgallifrey</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p><a href="http://oryeo.tumblr.com/post/158733307717" class="tumblr_blog">oryeo</a>:</p>
<blockquote><p>❤️</p></blockquote>

<p>I’ve always thought about this cause of course if you’re hearing you think words but if you’ve never been deaf then it’s very to try and imagine how they “think”. Whereas when we think we “hear” the words. I can hear them as I type this so to know exactly how a deaf person thinks or how their inner voice (for lack of a better word) works is fascinating.</p></blockquote>

<p>I&rsquo;ve honestly never thought about this before but that&rsquo;s really interesting. I have thought about what blind people dream though.</p>

<p><a href="http://darkhairedgirlfromgallifrey.tumblr.com/post/159394328790/oryeo-ive-always-thought-about-this-cause" class="tumblr_blog...

my brain: "VIEWER DISCRETION* IF U DONT LIKE SEEIN BLOOD,DEAD ANIMALS,DONT SWIPE TTStorytime - Today is a real niggas birthday. I was feeling good too. Kendrick album dropped, Joey album dropped, and my butthole wasn't sore when I woke up. I came out of my room and my Mom greeted me. "Suprise!" She handed me a small box. "What is it?" "Open it and find out." I took it back to my room and cut it open. I tore away the plastic and packaging peanuts. Is that... Is that a.... Pocket pussy? I turn around and my Mom is smiling at me. "You like it?" "Mom why'd you get me this... thing?" "Well obviously you don't get any pussy so I thought I'd help you out sweetie." "What?" "It's even modeled after me." "YOU WHAT?" "Quit your whining you came out if it anyway. Even stretched me a couple inches." I stood there in horror. Not only was it a pocket pussy, it was modeled after my Mom. "Well, I'll leave you to it." She winked at me and shut the door. I looked down and stared at the sex toy. Should I throw it away? Burn it? Give it away? 'Use it.' I startled myself. My brain actually considered using it. 'It's a gift from your Mom, Terome. Use it.' No way. 'You will regret.' I doubt it. Just then my Mom came in the room. "What's wrong sweetie? You haven't even touched it." "Mom I'm not comfortable with this." "Really? Maybe I should help you..." She began to undress infront of me. She pushed me on to the bed and sat on me. - "Wow what happened next Dad?" "That's enough for today Billy. It's time for bed." "Aww mannnn!" "I'll tell you tomorrow, goodnight brother." "Goodnight Dad."
 my brain: "VIEWER
 DISCRETION* IF U
 DONT LIKE SEEIN
 BLOOD,DEAD
 ANIMALS,DONT
 SWIPE
TTStorytime - Today is a real niggas birthday. I was feeling good too. Kendrick album dropped, Joey album dropped, and my butthole wasn't sore when I woke up. I came out of my room and my Mom greeted me. "Suprise!" She handed me a small box. "What is it?" "Open it and find out." I took it back to my room and cut it open. I tore away the plastic and packaging peanuts. Is that... Is that a.... Pocket pussy? I turn around and my Mom is smiling at me. "You like it?" "Mom why'd you get me this... thing?" "Well obviously you don't get any pussy so I thought I'd help you out sweetie." "What?" "It's even modeled after me." "YOU WHAT?" "Quit your whining you came out if it anyway. Even stretched me a couple inches." I stood there in horror. Not only was it a pocket pussy, it was modeled after my Mom. "Well, I'll leave you to it." She winked at me and shut the door. I looked down and stared at the sex toy. Should I throw it away? Burn it? Give it away? 'Use it.' I startled myself. My brain actually considered using it. 'It's a gift from your Mom, Terome. Use it.' No way. 'You will regret.' I doubt it. Just then my Mom came in the room. "What's wrong sweetie? You haven't even touched it." "Mom I'm not comfortable with this." "Really? Maybe I should help you..." She began to undress infront of me. She pushed me on to the bed and sat on me. - "Wow what happened next Dad?" "That's enough for today Billy. It's time for bed." "Aww mannnn!" "I'll tell you tomorrow, goodnight brother." "Goodnight Dad."

TTStorytime - Today is a real niggas birthday. I was feeling good too. Kendrick album dropped, Joey album dropped, and my butthole wasn't...