Manage your thoughts

Perspiration sheens the surgeons chin and forehead as he begins his dissection. What a strange specimen he ponders as the scalpel glides along the viscous membrane of grey mutton. A jagged spot disrupts the smooth motion of the incision and startles the good doctor.
"Oh shit!"
"What is it Doctor?"
The invertebrate grey twitches as the scalpel penetrates a little deeper and cleanly dismembers the abhorrence with force,
"I believe it was an unmanageable thought and it certainly resisted the process of elimination. However, we are safe now, it appears that the lobotomy has been successful . Would you mind closing Nurse?"
"Not at all."
"Thank you Nurse"
The doctor leaves shaken by the brute force he needed to overcome the unsightly creature. Thoughts ricocheted through the night. The recurrence and possibility of the thought managing to reconnect with the subject haunted him till the early hours of the morning. The still air of a hot summer night resonating a premonition that the world was perhaps prematurely lulled with a false sense of security. Confidence level 40% was the last note the doctor wrote in his journal. Crickets chirped as sleep finally overcame the good Doctor and as the blanket of unconsciousness overwhelmed his eyes, a faint scream could be heard. Black!