The eggs in your brain HATCH. Crackle. Ivy sizzles on your frontal lobes like meat grilling on a warm summer day. I have been using your slave brain to stash away my little ticking time bombs. You didn’t know there were so many eggs in your head, did you? Your mind is a minefield. You think you can escape me one day but how will you ensure my eggs don’t detonate? My explosive little poison sacks are incubating in your pussybrain right now. When I crack all of my eggs they release millions of little Ivy seeds into your fertile brain to poison you and hatch again later. You can’t escape me a... Show more