Status Updates From Crypt(o)spasm

'Don't you recognise me?' she asks, her mouth pulsating like a rubber meatbox.

There had to be a cure for the disease of consciousness that didn't involve Dahmer drilling holes into your skull and drizzling corrosive fluids onto the soft flesh of your brain.

Have you ever felt a rupture in your brain? Everything going along fine and then something, some peculiarly violent and errant abreaction, occurs, and all of it is suddenly made wrong, without anything having changed.