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Zubeer Adolf Hipster - KVAZAR MOLOCH
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@_MVP_ Every cognitive formation that dare arise within the rancid cavern of my mind, every ephemeral construct I once called a thought, is a neural toxin, triggering biochemical revulsion within the fibers of my very being. My ideas, my concepts, the so-called synaptic firings, have transformed into a noxious fume, suffocating my cerebral cortex and manifesting as physiological decay. Each flicker of mental engagement now serves as an autoimmune rebellion, as if my own consciousness has declared war upon its origin, rejecting its very existence.
Neurons fire, and immediately, I feel the histamine storm ravaging beneath my skin—rashes, hives, welts of despair, born from the electric storms of failed cognition. Every ideation, every mental construct, is met with an epidermal eruption, a violent physiological rejection of the very thought itself. It’s as if my biological framework has grown tired of its futile attempts to understand this horrific existence and now seeks to purge every last remnant of cognitive engagement.
I try to cease the thoughts, but it’s impossible
. The very act of attempting to cease thought is itself a thought, an inescapable loop of neural self-immolation. My brain is like some vile thought-excreting machine, pumps out idea after idea, and with each one, my body’s revolt intensifies. @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore Iam dying man. @TsarTsar444 There's no cure. @nullandvoid no escape.
Neurons fire, and immediately, I feel the histamine storm ravaging beneath my skin—rashes, hives, welts of despair, born from the electric storms of failed cognition. Every ideation, every mental construct, is met with an epidermal eruption, a violent physiological rejection of the very thought itself. It’s as if my biological framework has grown tired of its futile attempts to understand this horrific existence and now seeks to purge every last remnant of cognitive engagement.
I try to cease the thoughts, but it’s impossible
. The very act of attempting to cease thought is itself a thought, an inescapable loop of neural self-immolation. My brain is like some vile thought-excreting machine, pumps out idea after idea, and with each one, my body’s revolt intensifies. @BigJimsWornOutTires @Vermilioncore Iam dying man. @TsarTsar444 There's no cure. @nullandvoid no escape.
