CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"How are you feeling today?" asked Doctor Johnson.
"The same as I feel every fucking day, sorry for swearing, NO I'M NOT," said Stuart, looking at his hands.
"No improvement?"
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? HAHAHA, I can shout at you and you'll still sit their with that fake smile doctor's use. You fucking prat," said Stuart, pleased with himself. He then started scratching his face to neutralise the pleased feeling.
"Stuart, I think you are making progress," Doctor Johnson continued, no change in his tone. He was used to Stuart's behaviour by now. "You've identified the problem areas."
"The problem area is my whole fucking brain you fat fuck!" said Stuart. Doctor Johnson was not fat. "I identified that before I was locked up in here you Jewish consipirator." Doctor Johnson was not Jewish nor a conspirator.
"Stuart..."
"STOP SAYING MY NAME WE'RE NOT FRIENDS YOU LYING ARAB," said Stuart.
"You have to find a way to cope with the angry thoughts you have..."
"WOW, WHAT INSIGHT! I never would have thought of that! I guess I'm fucking cured then, TEE HEE!" he said, digging his fingernails as far into his skin as he could.
"Please stop doing that," said Doctor Johnson, with what for him could have been a note of frustration.
"I'd fucking carve myself up if I could! Maybe I'll fake getting better so that you'll let me out then I can cut myself all over again. That would be fuuuuuuuuuun!"
"Stuart, why do you cut yourself?" asked Doctor Johnson, a question he'd asked before. Stuart laughed.
"It's the only way I can express myself! I've tried writing, playing musical instruments, drawing, masturbating eight times a day...none of them worked! Cutting myself is the only way I can show how I feel about the world, doc!"
"That's not the answer you always give," the doctor observed.
"BECAUSE IT'S ALL SHIT, EVERTHING'S SHIT, EVERTHING'S A FUCKING LIE, THAT SUIT YOU WEAR IS A LIE, THE LOVE YOU FEEL FOR YOU FAT WIFE IS A LIE, YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOTHING SPECIAL AND THEY'LL FUCKING DIE IN PAIN LIKE ME AND YOU AND WINNIE THE POOH YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCHCUNT," said Stuart.
"Interesting," said Doctor Johnson.
"Maybe I'm a cofnused goth, on the other hand," said Stuart. "One who hates all the goth crap other than cutting himself. CHOO CHOO I'M A BIG TRAIN, ON SECOND THOUGHTS."
"I don't like to see you harm yourself," said Doctor Johnson.
"You'd prefer it to seeing me harm YOU though, wouldn't you!" said Stuart.
"Is that a threat, Stuart?" said the doctor, leaning forward.
"NO, DUH!" said Stuart, clapping. "You know I'd never hurt anyone you stupid badger. I have morals! FOR SOME FUCKING STUPID REASON I HAVE FUCKING MORALS AND I'D NEVER HURT ANYONE EXCEPT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Because you know right from wrong," said the doctor.
"I know I want to die but I'll never kill myself because I'm scared shitless of death, how's that for a contradiction you DVD case?" asked Stuart.
"Interesting," said Doctor Johnson, writing something on his notepad.
"Can I stab myself with your pen, sir?" asked Stuart.
"No, I think not," said Doctor Johanson, putting the lid back on.
"THEN FUCK YOU AND YOUR BACON FACTORY WORKER FOLLOWERS!" said Stuart, spitting at him.
"I can see we still have a lot of work to do," said Doctor Johnson.
"Well you still have eyes," said Stuart. "UNLIKE ME!" Then he started clawing at them with his fingernails. The orderlies dragged him away.
"The same as I feel every fucking day, sorry for swearing, NO I'M NOT," said Stuart, looking at his hands.
"No improvement?"
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? HAHAHA, I can shout at you and you'll still sit their with that fake smile doctor's use. You fucking prat," said Stuart, pleased with himself. He then started scratching his face to neutralise the pleased feeling.
"Stuart, I think you are making progress," Doctor Johnson continued, no change in his tone. He was used to Stuart's behaviour by now. "You've identified the problem areas."
"The problem area is my whole fucking brain you fat fuck!" said Stuart. Doctor Johnson was not fat. "I identified that before I was locked up in here you Jewish consipirator." Doctor Johnson was not Jewish nor a conspirator.
"Stuart..."
"STOP SAYING MY NAME WE'RE NOT FRIENDS YOU LYING ARAB," said Stuart.
"You have to find a way to cope with the angry thoughts you have..."
"WOW, WHAT INSIGHT! I never would have thought of that! I guess I'm fucking cured then, TEE HEE!" he said, digging his fingernails as far into his skin as he could.
"Please stop doing that," said Doctor Johnson, with what for him could have been a note of frustration.
"I'd fucking carve myself up if I could! Maybe I'll fake getting better so that you'll let me out then I can cut myself all over again. That would be fuuuuuuuuuun!"
"Stuart, why do you cut yourself?" asked Doctor Johnson, a question he'd asked before. Stuart laughed.
"It's the only way I can express myself! I've tried writing, playing musical instruments, drawing, masturbating eight times a day...none of them worked! Cutting myself is the only way I can show how I feel about the world, doc!"
"That's not the answer you always give," the doctor observed.
"BECAUSE IT'S ALL SHIT, EVERTHING'S SHIT, EVERTHING'S A FUCKING LIE, THAT SUIT YOU WEAR IS A LIE, THE LOVE YOU FEEL FOR YOU FAT WIFE IS A LIE, YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOTHING SPECIAL AND THEY'LL FUCKING DIE IN PAIN LIKE ME AND YOU AND WINNIE THE POOH YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCHCUNT," said Stuart.
"Interesting," said Doctor Johnson.
"Maybe I'm a cofnused goth, on the other hand," said Stuart. "One who hates all the goth crap other than cutting himself. CHOO CHOO I'M A BIG TRAIN, ON SECOND THOUGHTS."
"I don't like to see you harm yourself," said Doctor Johnson.
"You'd prefer it to seeing me harm YOU though, wouldn't you!" said Stuart.
"Is that a threat, Stuart?" said the doctor, leaning forward.
"NO, DUH!" said Stuart, clapping. "You know I'd never hurt anyone you stupid badger. I have morals! FOR SOME FUCKING STUPID REASON I HAVE FUCKING MORALS AND I'D NEVER HURT ANYONE EXCEPT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Because you know right from wrong," said the doctor.
"I know I want to die but I'll never kill myself because I'm scared shitless of death, how's that for a contradiction you DVD case?" asked Stuart.
"Interesting," said Doctor Johnson, writing something on his notepad.
"Can I stab myself with your pen, sir?" asked Stuart.
"No, I think not," said Doctor Johanson, putting the lid back on.
"THEN FUCK YOU AND YOUR BACON FACTORY WORKER FOLLOWERS!" said Stuart, spitting at him.
"I can see we still have a lot of work to do," said Doctor Johnson.
"Well you still have eyes," said Stuart. "UNLIKE ME!" Then he started clawing at them with his fingernails. The orderlies dragged him away.
