Your brain, The overthinker, The catastrophist, The evil tinker, The Satanist, The mood sinker, The pessimist, The tempter, The terrorist, The conspirator, The misguider, The obsessor, The thought diver, Is what hurts you most.
i hate how often my brain and heart are in a constant battle over that old love i deep down know i would never be capable of forgetting . my heart keeps telling me i have to try again when in the other side my brain knows its a catastrophic idea and it would hurt more than not trying. But my heart only tells me what my consieuse wants and my brain tells me whats best for my mental stability. i really have no idea who am i suppose to listen
i have a time machine in my head a perk of being human and not yet being dead called the default mode network made by evolution or by god it tethers me to my self in space and engenders a temporal circumvolution of my present place in time mostly the revolution's fine but sometimes while in the past i think of all my selfs that didn't last or that never came to be and feel a sadness which presently cannot pass of all the good that could but isn't me which the doctors call depression and i my own war of the austrian succession in which the pain of each ****** campaign finally resolves in stalemate of the brain of memory and— it's time to take the pills again: SNRI which stands for i no longer want to die for now for my dmn takes me away to a future of everything that could still be all the possibilities for death for guilt for shame is it insane to forecast each day a rain of every way to fail, and in failing stain the sky which looms across tomorrow or at least tomorrow as imagined by the brain in permanent gloom or anxiety, the doctor's say or weak besieged khartoum the mahdi pounding on the walls and we huddled starving in the dark waiting every day for the end, violently delayed but inevitable anyway, a massacre of all bodies laid one upon the other until they form a hill their shadow paints me cold— time for another pill: SNRI i no longer want to die my time machine my i my perk of being human of living and of having not yet died time for another pill: time travel makes me ill
Backed and sponsored by the cabinet Our heads on the server and internet BCI experiments while we're under the duvet Foot-soldiers follow orders on their handset Rockwell is not paranoid They've seen us on the TV, iPad, iPhone, and Android The BCI app that makes us annoyed Please God, destroy that satellite with an android My doctor is like Sigmund Freud Give him the anti psychotic steroid For making money off the unemployed
Some people in the past, present, and future will go life being used in research and experiments, for a period of time, some will be compensated others may never see their tormentor, others will be killed. For the people who have had such an experience.