Between the ears is no brain but a knife.
A knife cutting all into pieces.
His brain an empty bubble conducted by others.
Arse-crawlers in an empty human, almost torn apart...
He is nothing but skin, a house of little nasty voices.
Monsters at a feast. A monster feast. Ridiculous dwarfs like biting rats. Unkind men whisperers.
Blessed are those whose minds are soft and gentle, for gentle water is forming the stone...
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