Staring into the gateway of your mind - from behind

This is entitled 'Staring into the gateway of your mind - from behind'.

On your shoulders rests your neck, on that your head. Your head, its said, contains the mind - wherein we find, a thought that bustles, blinking madly.
Or such is as it seems from here.
What we'll find, as mind joins spine, or even brain as doctors say, is the medulla oblongata. If you can't see it; look harder.
To wit, time does not permit this twit, to journey farther and muchly further with ascending climactic fervour... into your mind.
From behind it seems that the range from dreams to blinking, plinking, bonking, dunking - swimming nit-wits or their biscuits, drunkening and farcical wordifying must pass, at least but not last, through this pass(ageway).

Still with me?

Good.

Climbing, dancing, romancing, prancing, philanthropisting, misting over, all must travel, at some level from the A to the B via our 'watch and see' oblongaty.

If I left me to my devices, some would say its not the nicest, holding back the primal vices from the final prices, desperate to score - what's more the store is almost closed, and I've not finished my list - I'd be a timeshared terror-less tenor. More of a lazy baritone, but don't bring your hazy parrot over here and stick your mazy carrot-chomping-verbiage-spitting-stomp-watching-neck supported passive-action supports-my-faction NONSENSE over here.

Thanks.

And he just looked at me and said:

'So thats a no to giving £2 a week to cure unhappiness in Sardinia?

What a wally, eh?