CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Charles Horse sat at his computer and wrote a Joey Brick story.
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JOEY BRICK KILLED SOME CHILDREN THE END
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"Yeah that wasn't good."
"Hey it was a Joey Brick story, he's a dark guy..."
"Don't bullshit me, Horse. You wanted to express your own dark desires."
"Yes."
"But you couldn't do it as yourself so you hid behind Joey Brick again."
"True."
"Do you really desire to murder children?"
"Well, no. Not at all. But some people do!"
"You don't really have any dark desires, do you?"
"I have passing thoughts..."
"Everyone has passing thoughts. Do you have any actual recurring dark desires?"
"NO, okay."
"That's because you aren't anything, are you?"
"You have me all figured out."
"I live inside of you, so it's easy. There's nothing much in here. You can't hold a thought for too long. Can't really get into anything, can you? You think because of that you might try being evil. But you can't even do that."
"I can't help being who I am..."
"No one's saying you can."
"So stop trying to make me feel guilty for existing."
"I'm not. You just feel that anyway."
"How do they do it? The normal people? How do they know what to like? How do they know what to do?"
"I don't know, I live inside you, remember? I only have access to your brain, your way of thinking. I can't imagine being anyone else, just like no one else can imagine being you."
"It's unknowable."
"Yes."
"I can't even write a story about murdering children."
"No."
"What can I do?"
"Sleep."
"I keep waking up."
"Yeah, I've noticed that. You've been feeling differently lately, haven't you?"
"Just when I think I understand depression, just when I think I've hit rock bottom, there's a new development. Now it's like...it's like a waterfall of nothing washing over my brain, wiping out anything I ever was, reducing it all to complete irrelevence. And it won't stop flowing."
"Maybe that's what you can do. Maybe that's your thing."
"What?"
"Understanding different kinds of depression better than anyone else who's ever lived. Maybe that's why the universe created your point of view. To understand what it's like to have the worst brain in the history of the creation."
"That's not comforting."
"No."
"I can't..."
"I know."
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ha!
it's lucky charles horse isn't real and certainly doesn't represent anything that is rea isn't it!
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JOEY BRICK KILLED SOME CHILDREN THE END
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"Yeah that wasn't good."
"Hey it was a Joey Brick story, he's a dark guy..."
"Don't bullshit me, Horse. You wanted to express your own dark desires."
"Yes."
"But you couldn't do it as yourself so you hid behind Joey Brick again."
"True."
"Do you really desire to murder children?"
"Well, no. Not at all. But some people do!"
"You don't really have any dark desires, do you?"
"I have passing thoughts..."
"Everyone has passing thoughts. Do you have any actual recurring dark desires?"
"NO, okay."
"That's because you aren't anything, are you?"
"You have me all figured out."
"I live inside of you, so it's easy. There's nothing much in here. You can't hold a thought for too long. Can't really get into anything, can you? You think because of that you might try being evil. But you can't even do that."
"I can't help being who I am..."
"No one's saying you can."
"So stop trying to make me feel guilty for existing."
"I'm not. You just feel that anyway."
"How do they do it? The normal people? How do they know what to like? How do they know what to do?"
"I don't know, I live inside you, remember? I only have access to your brain, your way of thinking. I can't imagine being anyone else, just like no one else can imagine being you."
"It's unknowable."
"Yes."
"I can't even write a story about murdering children."
"No."
"What can I do?"
"Sleep."
"I keep waking up."
"Yeah, I've noticed that. You've been feeling differently lately, haven't you?"
"Just when I think I understand depression, just when I think I've hit rock bottom, there's a new development. Now it's like...it's like a waterfall of nothing washing over my brain, wiping out anything I ever was, reducing it all to complete irrelevence. And it won't stop flowing."
"Maybe that's what you can do. Maybe that's your thing."
"What?"
"Understanding different kinds of depression better than anyone else who's ever lived. Maybe that's why the universe created your point of view. To understand what it's like to have the worst brain in the history of the creation."
"That's not comforting."
"No."
"I can't..."
"I know."
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ha!
it's lucky charles horse isn't real and certainly doesn't represent anything that is rea isn't it!