Dementia of the deepest kind. A million little pieces scattered through out. My neurons flash a static signal. In and out. My brain is number 9.
The rats inside number 9.
I can feel they don't connect. My receptors emptied. Their life drained.
I have rats inside my brain. They tell me it's a number nine brain.
I can feel it closing in.
Dead on arrival.
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