science is death if time is death (part 7)

at some point i moved into this silent desolation
at some point i let it penetrate into the confines of my brain, digging molds and filling them with with an oozing(chard black oozing) much like the aperature of life(pulsating open words)and symbols($%$@)
at some point i lost grasp of everthing beyond the self
at some point i consumned myself with the idea of vast realities and miniature crawl spaces ... crazed with ideas (immortality...conspiracy) ... bludgeoning (ice picks) into my heart and twisting spike rod seering (*****)
at some point i began asking questions
at some point my brain began to go black...shouting words(incorehensible words) pounding on the inside of my skull "i don't know"