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Book cover for "My head has a bellyache".
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Publisher:
Little, Brown and Company
Pub. Date:
2023
Language:
English
Description:
"A witty, illustrated collection of humorous (and sometimes even heartwarming) poems and nonsense inspired by the absurdities of everyday life"--
Book cover for "The Crazy Girl in My Head Has to Go".
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Publisher:
Stephanie M Seaton
Pub. Date:
2024
Language:
English
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*The Crazy Girl in My Head Has to Go*, an anthology that delves deep into the complex journey of overcoming inner turmoil and seeking genuine self-love and healing. This collection of personal narratives and reflections offers a candid exploration of how unresolved trauma, emotional scars, and distorted self-perceptions can shape our lives, relationships, and personal growth.In these pages, you will find stories that resonate with anyone who has struggled...
Book cover for "The Man in My Head Has Lost His Mind (What Is Consciousness?)".
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Publisher:
The Logic of Dreams
Pub. Date:
2023
Language:
English
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The howl of the bedside clock-radio carves through your dreams like a buzz-saw through butter, and you are awake. In another place.Never mind the bright yellow sunlight that flecks your pillow and warms your face; you are rudely awake, and resent it. Gah!You roll onto your side, cantilever your legs over the side of the bed and plant your feet squarely on the carpet. You rub your face. Massage your neck. Oh, what it is to be alive!--and conscious--oh...
Book cover for "The Man in My Head Has Lost His Mind (What Makes Us Conscious?)".
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Publisher:
Findaway Voices
Pub. Date:
2023
Language:
English
Description:
The howl of the bedside clock-radio carves through your dreams like a buzz-saw through butter, and you are awake. In another place. Never mind the bright yellow sunlight that flecks your pillow and warms your face; you are rudely awake, and resent it. Gah! You roll onto your side, cantilever your legs over the side of the bed and plant your feet squarely on the carpet. You rub your face. Massage your neck. Oh, what it is to be alive!--and conscious--oh...