The addictive brain is like an abscess. An open sore buried in a sugar coated skull. Rotting like a tooth. Deep, black and cavernous, rolling with maggots. They crawl down the spine, along the nerves, through the veins to the fingertips. Moving you, whispering to you, making you act. Making you use all things and people. Devouring the weak like a shark swimming in shit. The addictive brain only eats and shits. It swims, consumes and shits until it is lost in a sea of shit. Wave after wave of lost time, and forgotten moments. Nothing left to eat, you float to the bottom, and wait.
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