Cerebro multimediàtico-olvidadizo

Somebody saaaaave me...words are very unnecessary... there's a man under my bed, and there's a little yellow man in my head..paranoia may destroyaaaaaaa...you walked into the room as if you were walking into a yacht...no rien de rien, no je ne regrette rien et je vois la vie en rose, qu'un sang impur, abreve nos sillooooonssss...cause this is Thrillleeeeer, thrilleeer niiiighttt...

That`s what happens when you try to put into words the 25 songs an hour that crawl into your head, not at all as if they were walking into a yacht, by the way, that somewhat inexplicably appear linked to a different thought or situation lived by yours truly in that hour, and it's enough to drive anyone mad, porque como dijo Jorge Luis Borges, la dificultad que experimentamos al tratar de explicar un sueño que hayamos tenido es porque los sueños son simultaneos y el lenguaje es sucedaneo...ash ya me canseeee, namas de intentar...

Pero hay una explicaciòn, ahora me dice la ciencia, bastante lògica a este tràfico terrible inextricablemente ligado en mi cerebro de imàgenes, colores, sonidos, frases, memorias, letras de canciones, etc., etc. y se llama...ah carajo ya se me olvidò chingao, lemme check my notes, be right back...no que tanta informacion multitransversalisadaaaa???