To tell the truth I’m terrified trembling and totally tattered with tiny torn tunnels.
By: Waldo Pennamee
Tags: Help, Infection, Medical, Disease

To tell the truth I’m terrified trembling and totally tattered with tiny torn tunnels. It’s incredibly invasive when I individually feel each & every inch inside out it itches, its emerged months ago came it came as an injection of wine and aloevera and not long later the first one hatched surrounded by nutrients such as palm or from the paliperidone. The intruders are imposing incessant irritation including when interacting with others is near impossible or I’ very rarely fully immersed in ideas and interests its impossible to ignore the itch that drains my spirit sucks away willpower and so i improvise improperly imitating an imbecile but I’m imploring you idolize the implications of your idiosyncrasies ignoring them as it were an immature impulse briefly imagining the improbability implying intense impossible imagery causing infection that is barely impeded by ingesting immense doses of ivermectin at an interval to give me an impression I’m not icky as earlier.

Determining how devastatingly detrimental direction dawning on me in a dream of a great deal more depth than my dermis as I drilled in down under it with dirty drops with delightful deals of drugs doing down til your dumb then digging in dung like the destiny of this dude to his dusty death, and doubtful that I’m decorating this as more dramatic, definitely not not that dense as to directly discount the decrepit drilling and droning that drums dusk til dawn as soon as i devour anything aside from delicious full dark chocolate and dried dates my dynasty of dreadful darlings discloses their delight as a dare drop into the depths destroying some that don't dash decidedly through the dental doors and disperse less than discretely into delegated dens and dormitories dedicated as domed pores that don't heal, once drained without damaging deeper layers of my dear desolate dermis, they desire decidedly as most do to dock in between them where i detect deliberate digit dodging and difficult to capture them because juveniles are so tiny they surface from the skin with incredible itch they form dots and channels from head to toe too small to capture digitally and the dead drones don't retain much definition when dried enough that you don't discard the sample as damp denim fibres and dense drops of dope dust, so it would be best you didn't dial my psych Doc as they've already decided that I’m rather done for either that or delusional. Rhyming help me retain and replace the neural damage ravaging the regular rhythmic rally creating repeating motion rolling my as they run through it leaving a range of random rubble and rubbish that rubs into my cells and reruns rusting my hemoglobin and rounding up resinous clots of from using my circulation as a highway which way more wicked with smoking weed with the ‘rona and repeatedly i would roll out of bed and rise but in my head run splotches of dark red reminding me of the rebellious rats ruling the real parts of me and rapidly shifting whirring and whistling when they relocate near my ears and sinus repeated ear popping even thou i rarely swallow or ruminate as rapidly which I’m not even sure has been recently researched or reviewed by somebody with the right timing when the rats rattle the roof or rampage and hold my glands for if i eat anything more than they recognize and can ration to roost the relatively reduced parts of me that remain uncompromising and aren’t a radicalized roll of worms ready to roam and their writhing rattle my rumbling the rears of inner ears and have racked up a plug of resistant radio static yet nurses and doctors wont even attempt to remove because they think its only wax but its dense as rocks that cut much of my range of hearing at reasonable audible levels forcing me to read lips to compensate while both sets of cheeks have a rotating tick in the spot where my rear teeth were removed and the set or string resembling little ropes and rashes and a round bump that retreat and refuses to be removed then reemerges 1cm to the right until the rest of my popping fingers need to recover or break into rash themselves.

Regardless of any remedy at each end of the females unrolled releasing smaller more agile males to receive supplies and asking me to feed them frequently by my making my stomach rumble. I im trying to mailntain a fruit fast because the intruders make a mess eating carbs, meat or any substantial protein source which makes my urine smell like rotting coffee and faces either non existent at the beginning of the life cycle, the 2 days in dense dark spherical turds about 2–4cm diameter packed into a big clump then multiple bouts of diarrhea that has no particular smell once the plug is loosened so i try motley only eat non glutinous fruits and vegetables and this does reduce the amount of hatching juveniles emerging from swollen pores or feeding at once whose purpose is to be eaten by the queen and other grown women with a full belly of the lunch i wont be receiving any energy from until hours to a day later when I’m nourished by constant infusion of worm mucus they use for motility and to keep their tunnels from healing and collapsing.

Often as a few times per day i feel a pinch in the inner corners of my eye and it twitches violently if i look at the reflection i see a translucent string just a tad thicker than the eyelash it’s using as support, is responsive to touch and slips away any time my nails get a grip while I’m left with indistinguishable pieces of worm skin, a head like a grain of sand and long bits of black filaments as well as dead skin all around the area going deep enough to cause sores where they all surface to breath a pull if foreign contraband. Some days i can barely stand without risking a coughing fit and losing breath and having to hyperventilate while all i can see is what I’m guessing are the capillaries of my retina in pulsating panchromatic waves flickering to the rhythmic droning vibrating ear canal in very high pitched but many are also audible all the time but the amplitude will rise and fall based of my heart rate. When i first took ivermectin i immediately felt the problem spots had started to pulsate at varying frequencies than slowly returned to matching my resting heart rate as is one of the tactics they employ to remain undetected by the immune system or medical Doctors.

Meth seems to repel them and they start to form sores around tiny scratches and barely burnt spots that then form a totally disproportionate blister that doesn't leak because the male worms sit at the edge of quickly drinking up every last bit of the expelled fluid even if you try to squeeze out a drop its gone in seconds. If i start picking guys they're like fish in a barrel meets slippery needles in a haystack, plus that get mad and eat away whats connecting my skin to my body causing blisters they like to fester forcing me to peel back more layers and the intermittent appearance of the transparent and skin toned like hangnail all over my fingertips some with a darker dots like a tiny grain of quinoa sprouting from the juicy middle of the sore rather than on the edges between layers, the female delivers paper thin trapezoid eggs and plant the hooks fimly in a fresh pore so the larvae inside your figertips can be administered every time you eat t touch yourself. They exploit any injury and capitalize on air, this may be why they rampage near the surface widening blisters that are suffocating when i put on rubber gloves covering the sores.

If my diet is poorly planned i suffer, if if i don feed them i get start to lose bits of memory and muscle at and accelerated rate and i forget what i was saying and cant think of what im about to say bedore i say it often making out of touch comments. My gonads itch furiously every pore has a cyst the size of a small gain of quinoa that i could spend an evening and loose a significant ammounts of sleep to the constant movemet in my gonads and the slight and bref relief after draining until the spot if filled with a new head in under half a minute so i can literally do it forever and end up whith a pile of skin a slpotch f dry blood that nobody alive would care enough to observe under microscope.

They’re hollowing me out and im not sure what kind of understading the colony has of what things i require to survive. I’m starting to exibit behaviors similar to my grandmother having had a stroke a few years prior, she has dificulty keeping conversation relevant as she mostly recycles the set of topics that still make sense to her but thats usually limited to reposting prayers on facebook, she very rarely answer any questions and sticks to her limited set of topics and tell any soul who makes eys contact her life story. Im seeing similatities as i struggle to listen to people as they speak i mostly just cacht buzzwords or emphasis on emotion to navigate conversation because the details fall away and if i hesitate for a second the thought vanishes and i need to be remided what i literally just said. Its more subtle but also a hazzard that makes me fear doing anything where not paying attentiom means you risk others or your life.

When I’m exausted and havend had thrice as much sleep as anyone could ever need i start to feel zits emerge on every part of m body but especially hard ones on my thighs calves and back that bruise when I squeeze them and ache deep into the muscle firmly lodged little deep solid bump tha contains no pus as they seem to consume it. They also seem to survive without heads or tails and the injured ones like to cause burning swollen infections. Its like accupuncture if the needles were mobile and theyre sucking up and collapsing any vein thats vunderalbe. Ive developped very poor circulation to all extremities and no loner produce an erection, sometimes spilling about a palm full of clear fluid following dreams of getting perforated by what looks to me like a praying mantis. The dream is all norman then out of nowhere somthing slighly taller than me and black as a hole shoots its tongue out like a spear mounting me and esensially killing this vesion me with a spear from the the rectum out my neck sucking up all the loose bits like a vaccum and when i wake up theres sometimes a layer of dead skin on my scrotum that can be peeles away in big pieces and my whole crotch and rectum are splattered in somthing that feels like saliva. Some days it soaks right through my pant randomly. When ive had enough i apply a tablet of saphris to an open sore then push hare and i can feen rows air bubble popping escaping from under the melting tablet that causes them to feak out intially then stop moving to much.

Cocaine doest seem to be of any help as a cure but its a fantactic local anaesthetic. Using lyrica makes some of the pulling sensation when i to open up my posture reduce slightly but its also not helping with memory and learning. Ive been on it so long my sense of the order of time has become so distorted i need to rely on people to remind me what happened first and im oblivious to most everything not directly in my feild of vision and simple clear istructions. I dont think at all for long periods of time just trying to catch my breath becose i moved wrong or too quick, i also learned a big enough puff from a normal cigarette has a 1 in5 chance of rendering me unable to move and seeing stars and auras for minutes.

I feel now very similarly to how i did with the skull fractue of accidental lobotomy and no antibiotics and only a gause wrapped applied dry to a would they failed to even clean thoroughly in 12 hours expecting 2mg of dilauded to shut me up saying at least they did something but when they found a pill bottle full of phenibut which is very similar to lyrica, this allowed them to strip me naked and take my clothes and wallet as evidens while i was still in shock unable to remember or even understand how and how badly id been hurt. i thought i was overdosing on purple when i woke so i used 4 sprays naloxone that made me realize my nostril was ripped for 1cm. I went to cold cop dilauded blind as my vision looks like google deep dream and animated shadow figures walking through walls and looking like they were walking in my way though the upper right quadrant was just drippy and fuzzy, a total compromized blid spot and my ears would ring so loud i couldnt hear cars and people had to basically yell at me. and yell at me they did and they hit me and ripped me off or just a complete jack, i couldnt do a thing.