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my head is full of
termites. the inside of my skull (cranium) is full of termites. when i turn my head
left. i can feel the termites moving to the left side of my head. when i tum my head
right. i can feel the termites moving to the right side of my head. sometimes, the termites crawl across my brain, searching for food (wood). they end up chewing at
the soft parts of my brain. when thil: happens. i must jerk my head forwards to get
them off. my brain is infected because of this. i have false memories and my brain
is infected. my head is infected. i remember, when i was a kid, there was a morning
where i was eating breakfast with my mother. i had cereal. and my mother was
going on about 'the presidential canditate is going to win. because it is a lzard
man.' and 'pyramid is good.' i then proceeded to chew on the side of my cereal
bowl. but my mother would not stop me, and stared blankly into the wall while
looking like she was screaming, but no sound was coming from her. i think it's safe
to say that none of this ever happened.*

-lonely

-alienated

-schizophrenic

I want to put an end to my old self; I want to replace it.

antlergate