The Predator Gives Us Its Mind

An evil spirit is trying to reboot itself in my mind. You bastard dirty filthy rotten thing I roar, get out of my bastarding head will you? Fuck off fuck off fuck off I scream. Fuck off you bastard. Get out of my fucking head. The predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind. But it’s too late – I already am that evil spirit. The evil spirit is already me. It had rebooted itself successfully. It always reboots itself successfully – it is the great rebooter. Or rather I am because that evil spirit is me!

 

They’re popping up like worms everywhere. They’re popping up like a hideously out-of-control infestation of threadworms. They’re everywhere; they’re coming out of the woodwork. They’re demons. They’re appearing everywhere like hundreds and hundreds of malignantly grinning little faces in a hall of mirrors. They’re pop-ups. How do you do, they say. How are you? How’s your cotton-picking day going, boy? How’s your day working out for you? How’s it hanging? How’s she cutting?

 

It’s not your brain anymore, they say. It’s our brain, not your brain. Our brain not your brain our brain not your brain. The sight of all these grinning, mocking, jeering faces sickens me to the core. It’s unbearable. I feel the need to vomit. I want to vomit them all out of me. I feel my stomach convulsing. But before I can throw up that great ball of worms everything changes and I’m in the illusion realm. Immaculately attired men and women surround me, their faces perfectly proportioned and free from any imperfections. Their expressions are all joyful – rapture shines out from these faces. I have never seen such rapture. I am in awe of it. Great happiness is theirs.

 

Many wonderful products exist to enhance one’s enjoyment of life. People are buying these great products and they are happy beyond measure. They are happy and good looking. They are fulfilled. They are rapturous. They are free from all cares, free from the taint of personal inadequacy. The predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind the predator gives us its mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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