*backs away into a corner*
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Edit: Realized screenshots are not permitted as submissions and therefore providing this as a link and replacing the submission file with an old sketch of mine. :)
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I'm gonna crush your skull and eat the candy inside.
Few things freaks me out more than the thought of having my brain eaten. Not because it means I would die, but a brain is something personal. It's the computer core, what defines a person, it's a memory bank, a vault, a private haven. And having someone else eat it is like trespassing the most private ground that exist. I sometimes have dreams that I get my brain eaten, or I have to eat the brain of others. It's not pleasant dreams.
A brain may look dull and slobby there in the skull. The same can be said about a book or a movie that lies on a table. It's just an object, but open it and consume it's ingredients and there's no limits for what kind of wonders you may visualize. But where the book or movie ends, the brain continues without stop to the day it gets shut down. Decades after decades...
Sometimes I wonder if our brains are beams for a signal that one day will bring the most horrible terrors out into our reality. A bridge between this plan of existence and another. What if our dreams are not really dreams, but something else? When we dream we are in a world that isn't complete, it's a mess, and that is because we doesn't have enough insight and brain capacity to really understand it. That is why dreams make no sense. And maybe that place we go to when we dream have existed long before humans? And since we have evolved so quickly our brains may act as a radio signal that brings out something "else" through our sleep and dreams. Can someone have played a role in our quick evolution? Some kind of engineering? We're just a tool for something bigger?
I need sugar, my brain is empty. Sorry for the gibberish.
Bounty is delicious. That coconut filling is like a.. dream. Do you like Bounty?
Few things freaks me out more than the thought of having my brain eaten. Not because it means I would die, but a brain is something personal. It's the computer core, what defines a person, it's a memory bank, a vault, a private haven. And having someone else eat it is like trespassing the most private ground that exist. I sometimes have dreams that I get my brain eaten, or I have to eat the brain of others. It's not pleasant dreams.
A brain may look dull and slobby there in the skull. The same can be said about a book or a movie that lies on a table. It's just an object, but open it and consume it's ingredients and there's no limits for what kind of wonders you may visualize. But where the book or movie ends, the brain continues without stop to the day it gets shut down. Decades after decades...
Sometimes I wonder if our brains are beams for a signal that one day will bring the most horrible terrors out into our reality. A bridge between this plan of existence and another. What if our dreams are not really dreams, but something else? When we dream we are in a world that isn't complete, it's a mess, and that is because we doesn't have enough insight and brain capacity to really understand it. That is why dreams make no sense. And maybe that place we go to when we dream have existed long before humans? And since we have evolved so quickly our brains may act as a radio signal that brings out something "else" through our sleep and dreams. Can someone have played a role in our quick evolution? Some kind of engineering? We're just a tool for something bigger?
I need sugar, my brain is empty. Sorry for the gibberish.
Bounty is delicious. That coconut filling is like a.. dream. Do you like Bounty?
Getting the brain eaten is almost like having your very being, your very entirety , your SOUL, eaten. Its complexity is almost mystical, sometimes the brain is simply very difficult to discuss because of this complexity and how much we do not know about it. It is indeed a very freaky thought to have your brain of all things devoured.
I remember reading this book called Grave instinct. Twas about an individual whose brain talked to him, like an imaginary friend or alternate personality. His brain kept telling him that it hungered ,and made him eat brains, or at least a small part of the brain which supposedly houses the 'soul' of a person. I forgot the details but I do remember something along the lines of the brain saying that if you ate enough brains you mind will be open to some form of universal knowledge or power of sorts . I also remember how the killer kept his victims alive while he opened their heads because the fresher the brain, the more power.
The gibberish sort of gibbering is what dreams and inspiration are made of, or at least partly, I believe.
And yes, I absolutely adore bounty bars.
I remember reading this book called Grave instinct. Twas about an individual whose brain talked to him, like an imaginary friend or alternate personality. His brain kept telling him that it hungered ,and made him eat brains, or at least a small part of the brain which supposedly houses the 'soul' of a person. I forgot the details but I do remember something along the lines of the brain saying that if you ate enough brains you mind will be open to some form of universal knowledge or power of sorts . I also remember how the killer kept his victims alive while he opened their heads because the fresher the brain, the more power.
The gibberish sort of gibbering is what dreams and inspiration are made of, or at least partly, I believe.
And yes, I absolutely adore bounty bars.
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