
My brain is rotting.
Flaking off and ruining the soup.
What soup, you ask?
I haven’t a clue.
See?
Brain rot.
I’m off to stop the putrefaction before it is too late.
How?
No idea.
Oh, how the brain molds!
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
My brain is rotting.
Flaking off and ruining the soup.
What soup, you ask?
I haven’t a clue.
See?
Brain rot.
I’m off to stop the putrefaction before it is too late.
How?
No idea.
Oh, how the brain molds!
Until tomorrow…
Chloe