Lingual Disillusionment

I'm a really articulate intrapersonal communicator, you should see just how lurid lucid my dreams are. So why does it all go down the drain when I try to get it out of the chookpen (it's so full of shit) that is my left hemisphere? Words flap and squawk like bantams as I clutch at them, trying not to ruffle their feathers, and process them out to the big wide world. Or sometimes the words don't flap or squawk, they just sit there, staring vacantly and twitching slightly, like the Rhode Island Reds I learned to hypnotise in year 9 agriculture (fuck that was funny). Either way, those words can be troublesome livestock. As with the hypnotised chicken, sometimes the words come around, and then flow freely from that side of my brain. Often, when that happens, I catch myself looking around the room for the source of those substantial, well-voiced thoughts.