My brain is rotting

I feel it.
A deep red colour of blood. Almost black.

That could be a delusion

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I told my psychiatrist yesterday, but he said nothing.
He didnt deny it

You think so?
I feel the blood

The mustache is responsible for this bloodbath and carnage. I suspect

Why do I talk loudly when I am alone?
Very eloquently, about so many topics.
I make Jokes, i move my hands pretending to be
a normie having conversation.
(When i have conversation, i rarely move my hands)



Do You Enjoy Saying Bloody Words With Blood Soaked Letters By Saying ‘Blood’, In Them?.

I Ask Because It Seems True. . .

Hope, True Love, Joy, And Eternal Peace!.

P.s. The Waking Wake Awakening The Dream In Dreams Began To SCREAM. . . . . . .

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I share your stance on brains rotting. I experience this too. I can literally feel it rotting away, and I slowly grow demented. My pdoc called it a nihilistic delusion. My antipsychotic was increased.

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Nihilistic? Delusion?

My front door

Have you gave up on drugs

No, never. 666/999


The Conversation Has Jus Begun!.

Riddle Me Thus Paradigm Tectonic Plate Frozen Lake Batman!.

There Was A Riddle. . .

That Began With The Thought Of Consciousness Moving Out Of Orbit. . .

In A Solution Of Agelessness Inside Of Sleeping Cocoons. . .

If I Am Not Lying And Telling Everyone On Thus Board The Truth. . .

Where Does That Puzzle Leave Us, Them, Their, There, Inside Of Rules (???).

Hope, True Love, Joy, And Eternal Peace!.

P.s. Imagination Dances Alone When The Wedding of Loneliness Finds No Alien. . . . . . .

I assure you that your brain isn’t rotting or degenerating unless you have a neurodegenerative disease.

And even with that, your neurons don’t degenerate sometimes in your brain.

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Ok, thanks.
I feel it though. I smell it.

:joy::joy:I also move my hands in a dramatic fashion sometime when speaking with others to come across more intelligible

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It gets on my nerves when people move their hands
excessively. lol

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Hahah I never do it, I just like to act like I’m speaking intellectually in front of a crowd or something sometimes

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There Was A Form Of Shadow Relentlessly Gazing At A Shape Of Reflections Without Reason.

Fascinating The Void Of Nothingness In It’s Slumber Realizing Layers Were Empty.

Like The Reflection Of The Form.

Ghastly (!!!).

Hope, True Love, Joy, And Eternal Peace!.

P.s. The Sharks Began To Become Eagles Swimming Beneath The Edge Of The Universe. . . . . . .

I feel my brain is turning into ice cream soup sometimes mostly when stressed.

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