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Broca's Area deals with speech motor and vocal output. A traumatic injury to this area would leave the person still understanding words, and communicating, but not speaking.

"Damage to this area... causes inability to say words properly. You know what you want to say, but you can't vocalize the words." -(Essentials of Human Anatomy and Physiology, 238)

"Depending on the severity of the lesion to Broca's area, the symptoms can range from the mildest type (cortical dysarthria) with intact comprehension and the ability to communicate through writing to a complete loss of speaking out loud." ([link])

"It contains the motor speech area and controls movements of tongue, lips, and vocal cords. Loss of speech may follow hemorrhage into this area."-([link])

Now I can hear people wondering aloud how Jak got mild brain damage back under control? Dark eco, chaos in a semi-liquid gaseous form. With it, anything is possible :3





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.. Did I seriously write a microscopic research paper on Jak? .. :3 I have too much free time.

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[ one. ] Don't hate-force yourself to be unique.

[ two. ] We need to talk more. Like srsly hun.

[ three. ] You're adorable, but don't let it go to your head babe.

[ four. ] You need to lay off the preggo vibes, they're scaring your children

[ five. ] I'm ignoring you.

[ six. ] I wish I could have done more when you were depressed.

[ seven. ] You fuckin' creep me out. You and your non-bra-ness need to not exist my general area.

[ eight. ] And you! Just stay the fuck away from me you dolphin freak. I aint puttin' up with your creepiness or your goddamn voice any longer! Shoo ya slimy sad sack.

[ nine. ] Willy-willy, I love you~

[ ten. ] I don't talk to you cuz I don' wanna. To bad, so sad, sorry-not.




[ N I N E things about yourself: ]


[ I. ] I'm a horrible artistic judge.

[ II. ] Jak is hot. Daxter is hotter.

[ III. ] I'm a furry!

[ IV. ] Why hallo thar [insert favorite pairing]! Butt sex?

[ V. ] I probably think about sex too much XD

[ VI. ] I hate early christians. With every fiber of my being. Fuck you and your fucked up masculine god, I'm going back to the Great Goddess and her equality of gender and sexual expression.

[ VII. ] I miss him, so much. Damn I miss him.

[ VIII. ] I like to burn things.

[ IX. ] My way of talking is based on Daxter and Jinx from Jak and Daxter. Ever notice that I call everyone babe?



[ E I G H T ways to win your heart: ]


[ uno. ] Be someone I can talk to.

[ dos. ] Joke with me hun, it's fun.

[ tres. ] surprise me. Not all the time. Just a little makes the world an awesome place.

[ cuatro. ] Common ground of some sort y/y?

[ cinco. ] I'm shallow. I have to find you attractive to want to be with you, because sex is a definite.

[ seis. ] Don't be afraid to take the back seat...

[ siete. ] ..but don't forget to return the lovin'

[ ocho. ] Be an artist of some sorts. That's a demand.


[ S E V E N things that cross your mind a lot: ]


[ 1. ] Sex.

[ 2. ] Doodlin'

[ 3. ] Jak

[ 4. ] Razr

[ 5. ] Food

[ 6. ] Going outside and running around in the sun.

[ 7. ] SLEEP


[ S I X things you couldn't live without: ]


[ S i x . ] My eyes. Take my tongue, curse my hands, peel my skin but leave my eyes. In the end, seeing is believing and we all need to believe.

[ F i v e . ] Music. I love music so much.

[ F o u r. ] Companionship. Animals, people, imaginary friends. I'd flip a lid and rocket sanity if I was alone for too long.

[ T h r e e. ] Dreaming. Day-dreaming or sleep-dreaming, it doesn't matter. Nothing is a larger creative force then a rampant imagination.

[ T w o. ] Drawing. I don't think I can ever see myself giving up drawing.

[ O n e. ] Sex. Its not just a feel good activity people. Were talkin' about a silent conversation, comfort, gifts, play and bond builder wrapped into one little act.


[ F I V E turn OFFS: ]


[ Ayy. ] Speech problems. Accents are fine but if you're talkin' like you don't know your ass from your heels, I'm a-gonna smack you.

[ Bee. ] Snobbiness. Because seriously, I should be highest on your list, not you.

[ Cee. ] Actually, people coming onto me with no warning. Automatic turn off, because I get defensive and then you're Really fucked.

[ Dee. ] Guys only: Being younger then me.

[ Eef. ] Not following some type of social hierarchy. I'm good with loner types who stick it to the man, but you gotta be in the food chain Somewhere if you want me.



[ F O U R turn ONS: ]


[ up. ] Smells. Holy shit, smells are awesome.

[ down. ] Guys only: side burns. Don't ask me.
[ around. ] Girls only: Big hips.

[ town. ] holyshitfuckyesHIPLINES. Srsly, those pretty little hip and ab definition lines? With a little happy trail on Either sex? Omnomnomnomnom.



[ T H R E E smileys or icons that describe your life: ]


1. >:3

2. .. o o?

3. D:<



[ T W O things you want to do before you die: ]


[ won. ] Travel the world.

[ to. ] Spend a week with Tao and Razr.


[ O N E confession: ]


[ FIRST! ] I.. Don't wear underwear? Unless I'm on my period?

.. and that's the mem folks! Ok, nothin' to se... ]]> ~Demon-omen http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/23853593/ http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/23853593/ Mon, 23 Mar 2009 17:16:58 PDT
Oh my gosh I can't wait til boot camp~! <3~!!

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Why am I thus banned from seeing mature marked pictures? Just because some poor pathetic scum out there isn't mature enough to handle a little nudity, you get to assume that all it is is pr0n?

Fuck you Devart, There's nothing wrong with exposed breasts or a little foreplay. Hell even quirky penis comics aren't terrible!

But just because I'm 16, you have to assume that I'm lowly and immature? Unable to handle it?

Fuck you. I'll show you immature you cocksuckers.

Mature content this.

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Vicious cycle is, no one ever replies, so I get more upset. Pathetic.

But I fell so.. betrayed.. I don't know why, I shouldn't expect you to care. I'm suprised we've ever conversed, but you still make me sad. You didn't have to leave. Maybe you didn't notice and maybe I take things too personal. But it hurt..

It really shouldn't, and I shouldn't need to subliminally bitch to or at my friends about it, but it does.

I'm sorry you put me in a bad mood. And I'm sorry I snarled at Edward for it.

I'm sorry I care too much about what you think, and I'm sorry that I'm so easy to ignore.

What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry you hurt me. And I'm sorry that it matters.

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]]> ~Demon-omen http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/8973286/ http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/8973286/ Sun, 04 Jun 2006 22:25:19 PDT ~Demon-omen http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/8077632/ http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/8077632/ Sun, 05 Mar 2006 18:59:09 PST poof!!
im thinking about my ex. its not right, why is this happening. and then i think im falling fer someone else and this is driving me crazy. argg!! ,iy.oyfkl;klep=75[kkt

*sigh* i think mister person knows who he is. but i dont fucking care. im annoyed and the whole world is gonna come with me on this slum ride.

im worried too.. i dont wanna hurt him.. not mister falling for. mister 'almost there' i aint sayin' names and ill fart on anyone who want's em. =TT= im angry, annoyed and not even experiencing pms. alex hasn't been on and i can feel myself splitting apart. this confusion is driving me crazy and i wanna draw something so awsome and angsty that people will Fucking understand but it doesn't Fucking come out Fucking right!! *snarls* i needa throw something.. or beat something up.. but these flashes in my head tell me otherwise.. damn sexual frustration, get off my ass. *growls* im cold.. i need warm.. and something to occupy my mind. its far too small to be let to wander.. *sigh* i want alex.. and i want mister 'almost there' but i want mister 'i might e falling' more.. and i feel like shit.. my throat feels wierd now.. why am i so confused.. damn you. damn you alex fer not being here. damn you steph fer making this happen and damn your mister 'i might be falling' fer getting caught in my head!!GET OUT! get Out of my Head!! argg!!
-Muse ]]> ~Demon-omen http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/4966275/ http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/4966275/ Fri, 01 Apr 2005 01:22:06 PST
The moon was high and the sky was dark.

Gaara’s eyes glanced around lazily, he needed to rearrange his room, it was getting old. His eyelids felt heavy, so very, very, heavy.

They snapped open and glanced around the room fearfully. Nothing was broken and the only sand was under his butt.

He tilted his back onto the wall and sighed. Life sure did bite him off the scrap of the scrap.

He closed his eyes again, not realizing that he had. He was far to lost in his own thoughts to keep them open.

Shakaku had been very quiet as of late; it was kind of scary and kind of nice.

Normally Gaara would have been fearful of this change but today, he almost welcomed it with open arms. Note how he ‘almost’ did so.

Gaara never welcomed anything with open arms, not since Yashamaru’s death. Not since his loss of innocence, not since his breakdown. Never again.

The red head sighed, it sounded and felt more like a yawn but it was still a sigh in Gaara’s mind.

He sighed again, ok that one was a yawn and got up. He needed to do something or else he’d fall asleep, walking around the room was working to keep him up and awake.

‘ Maybe I could sleep..” He thought absently after sitting back down on his cotton lily pad in the pond of sand.

The insomniac inwardly shook his head, he hadn’t slept since he was three and he wasn’t about to start now.

Why was Shukaku so quiet? He wasn’t even asking for blood…

This was strange and he was getting a slight head-ache from thinking to deeply

The fact that Shukaku wasn’t even making a peep was still scaring him.

His eyes fluttered open only to close again… Why were they so heavy?

He felt himself relaxing and his center of gravity was pulling him to the side rather then down.

Why were his eyelids so heavy?
Why was Shukaku being so quiet?

Why was he so relaxed?

And with that last thought, Gaara did something that shouldn’t have happened.

He fell asleep and his life took a plunge that he would later regret for a very long time.



He felt heavy, really, really heavy. His eyes were closed and he felt like the best thing to do, would be to simply lie there and keep his eyes closed.

But something nagged at him to get up, to stop lying around and do something. He quickly did so when he heard something. Which sounded oddly enough like sniffling.

Getting up and slowly opening his eyes, Gaara was met with the image of Naruto huddled in a corner. His figure was bruised and bitten, with twin streams coming out of wide-as-they-can-go eyes. The blonde was naked, shivering and from the looks of his mouth, trying to say something.

“A-are you s-sane?” ]]> ~Demon-omen http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/4373516/ http://Demon-omen.deviantart.com/journal/4373516/ Thu, 20 Jan 2005 23:30:42 PST h ya and this is a gaara and naruto lil scrap:

Naruto was pacing back and forth. What the hell was taking him so long?
Grumbles could be head from the blonde demon vessel when Gaara’s form was nowhere in sight.

“What in all of the seven hells is taking him so long!? Kami-sama this was worse then waiting for ramen to cook!! MUCH worse!!”

Grumble, grumble, swear, grumble curse, grumble, grumble, curse, SHOUT!!
He couldn’t take this; the red head had been gone for around three minutes and already Naruto was planning on smashing in his face or any other part of his body that was available.

“You know what Naruto?” he asked himself, “You can do this, you can DO this, it’s simply like watching water boil!”

He grinned and simply looked at the clock above his table, it had now been four minutes since the other boy had left, wait that was a lie.

Ok, NOW it had been four minutes.

Naruto dipped his head in depression when he remembered the phrase ‘A watched pot never boils’, from the deep and empty crevices of his mind.

“Fine! I’ll play a game then!” and he wondered through his mind for any games while he wait for the sand-nin.

His mind came up with one, ‘G.C.W.W.’ which roughly translated to ‘ Glaring contests with walls.”

He chose a wall, sat down and glared the hardest he could at the vile vertical plaster slab.

His clock for some reason seemed louder now, its constant ‘tick’ing and ‘tock’ing were like pounds in his head. Like Tsunade-obaa-chan had gotten her gi-normous boobs and was slamming them against his head to the beet of the geared time teller.

He kept his glare with the wall, on he would not, be beaten by a wall.
Not today BUSTER!

The beets then took on another scenario. Of him beating Gaara, the tocks and ticks were him hitting him.

Yes beating him, being more dominant then the dark ringed eyed red head.

Maybe abit of blood too, yeah a little blood on his injured stomach and abit on his face.

Oh, how he would beat the red head good, IF HE WOULD ONLY COME HERE!!
As Naruto sighed his thirteenth sigh that afternoon, his apartment door opened and closed.
Revealing a slightly flushed Gaara of the Desert.

“What took you so long?” Asked the very peeved Naruto. He had been waiting for six minutes now!

“Hmm, they had a long line at the check out. And people kept giving me weird looks.” Came his reply. He was going to say more when a certain blonde’s mouth came crashing onto his.

The in thought blonde quickly searched Gaara while kissing him, finding what he was looking for in Gaara’s back pocket.

“It could not have taken you that long to buy lube” said Naruto after ending the kiss and taking out the little tube.

Gaara chose not to reply, though I’m sure Naruto didn’t mind as soon he was on the ground his a flushed demon vessel under him.

They had discarded their clothes already and were now working on gaining each others ‘interest’.

And so once they accomplished their little ‘mini mission’ Naruto began his onslaught of ‘punishment’ on the red head. Starting with smashing in the boy’s face, with his.

Oh he would hear Gaara scream, he would hear him scream in his excruciating pleasure. ]]> ~Demon-omen