Einstein's Brain

stopher Buckley, and other elites from California and all around. They had an occultic meeting place called the "Bohemian Groove" and here they discussed all sorts of things

ke a lost soul trying to find its life purpose moving in such a way to make up for wasted time. To him, he had discovered the

it is, has to be fixed before the stone falls into the dung. With all this he could hear his belly making weird sounds, the tension had disturbed it and now he had to use the toilet. He left the library making quick strides toward the toilet which stood just near Khalid Idryz's room, he pulled the doorknob with much force, like that was the last time it was going to be used and into it he went, pulling down his trous

oilet at the m

hat he had to say, he dropped the phone and made do with the tissue to clean his butts. Now stepping out of the toilet h

e what it is, I've got a

brain was stolen. Whoever stole the brain also broke the news"

ublic into believing the brain was

rter than your mark,"

s true? Maybe one of us did it and wa

outfits- he wore a black suit with a white inner and a black overall flowing all down to the knee, then completed it with a pointed hat and a

tever it was seemed very secretive for they kept their tone at an all-time low. Then after some minutes, they shook hands, Uncle Suleiman handed him a bag and the other man got into his car and was about to leave, this moment Kamal’s brain told him “Must I tell you that you should follow him” and he wasted no time debating with his faculties whether the decision was legit or gross. Off he went

t class, mostly visited by the well-to-do s and banal among city folk. The man in the Royce came out and into the hotel, he went, Kamal didn't follow immediately, he just sat on his bike and with his eyes traced the man till h

mal looked around and just behind him was a robust man with thick shoulders and a wide ches

he night” Kamal replied tryin

d that instant Kamal could have bawled at him to le

e man feel respected and let him go

, at last, he turned to one of them, a frown was now on his face, this was because he couldn't spot the man from the Royce. He becked at the attendant to move closer and said to her ‘Ma I need a room for the night, how much do your suites cost? She didn't reply to him, but instead passed to him a slip of printed paper whic

ehind her as she led him to his room handing him

ok no time noticing the things around him as his whole concentration was directed towards finding the man with the Royce. As he passed through the hall straight outside the hotel, there was the man already in his Royce and heading his whip out of the gate, and here was Kamal standing rooted and dumbfounded. With disappointment, he watched as the man moved out and made the reverse into the main coal stairway towar

e had to endure all in the means of survival, someone called him from behind and just as he was turning to see who it was he stumbled against a man and whoever it was wasn't a gentleman at all as the man shouted “Bastard, are you drunk or what”. Kamal said nothing in return he wa

en if you hadn't called” Kamal replied cal

or the night” she replied and at this moment gave her stare, a very col

e during my sleep or maybe you aren't but something happens to you during the night, who would belief me if I tell them you asked me to sleep over in your room? I will just simply explain with no evidence’

ike a psychopath here it is you, with your gangster sort of dress’ now she smiled trying not to make that part

and the way she carried herself, it was gracious; little steps like a child trying to sneak of a room without attracting the attention of its parents, on top of all this she had Siren eyes.Venustus she was and he thought her beauty ineffable, but what if with all that she had she was meretricious, or isn't it said that behind every beauty is a ma

ontinued her walk along the spacey corridor and he followed suit, while bringing out the photograph fro