P .T. S. D. HAPPENS WHEN YOUR BRAIN CANNOT MAKE SENSE OF SOMETHING...THE SHIT THAT HAS GONE DOWN...DOES NOT COMPUTE WITH WHAT YOUR OWN PERSONAL UNIVERSE CONSIDERS NORMAL...THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS...IF I HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG TO THESE PEOPLE...MY BRAIN WOULD HAVE SEEN WHAT WENT DOWN AS GOOD OLD FASHION CAVEMAN REVENGE...AND MY PROVERBIAL HORSE WOULD HAVE KEPT ON MASTURBATING IN HIS STALL .
P. T. S . D...WEARS YOU DOWN BIT BY BIT...SOMETIMES SO SLOWLY THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING UNTIL IT IS TOO LATE...UNTIL YOU ARE CURLED UP IN A BALL IN YOUR LIVING ROOM , WAITING FOR THE UNIVERSE TO BLEED SPACE MONKEYS THAT SHOOT JUDGEMENT AND CONDEMNATION RAYS OUT OF THEIR ASS AND ACROSS THE MIDNIGHT SKY .
IN SO MANY WORDS...IT RIPS YOU A NEW HOLE .
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