I am paranoid of my brain. It thinks
all the time, even when I'm asleep.
My thoughts assail me. Murderous
lechers they are. Thought is the assassin
of thought. Like a man stabbing himself
with one hand while the other hand tries
to stop the blade. Like an explosion that
destroys the detonator. I am paranoid of
my brain. It makes me unsettled and ill
at ease. Makes me chase my tail,
freezes my eyes and shuts me down.
Watches me. Eats my head.
It destroys me.
Nature thraw nurture
Ecological policy

Game with space and time

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