The I is active. My mind is ablaze with ideas. I can’t control them, but the I can. That’s the problem, and that’s the solution. I figure I figure too much to figure it out, so I’ll let the I do it for me.
I must share, but beware. If you think too much about it, they’ll find you, and be one step closer to achieving their goal. The host will become the rotting skin of its emaciator.
I’m being fed. The I is telling me what to write:
Freelance paranormal mercenaries
Captive mutant feline surrogates
Terraforming through thought conductors
A-frame of the Mind
The Pagos Nefos
Vinco and Fours
Nooctails and Daemit
Quantum entanglement and teleportation
Hand formed cowboy hats
Visions both disgusting and oddly arousing
The Chalyvas Maul
Justice and Judgement
Halteres and Earth
Cabin parties and mosh pits with aliens and mutant cats
Alright, gotta get ready for work. Until next time, stay frosty, I’m brain-barfing a book.