CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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fuck you all
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fuck you for not reading this
fuck you for reading this
fuck you for starting to read this then stopping
fuck you
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there will be nothing special about this specail
there will be nothign special
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SOTP
there will be nothing special about this special
I hsould have just typed "." then posted the thread
no one would read it or care
am I just breaking character by talking about hte Mine Field in this thread
when you the people in the future reading this don't know ath the mine field is
lol
there are no people in the future reading this
there is no future
who the fuck cares if people in the future read it
i won't fucking exist
my life is finite
like yorus
likeevery cunt's
what'st he point
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just typing lots the point a lot
you know that really bad depressing you can fuckingphsycailly feel happenring into your eye sockets when you try to think about anything
yeah
that
jibgf
HAHAHAHA
na dyou're fucking makeing it worse
HAHAHAa
turn it into a fucking story
okay
here's JOEY BRICK
))))))))wrong key
+_GF
___________________________
Joey Brick sat at his internet message board clicking refresh.
No one had posted for years.
They hadn't told him they were all leaving.
That was the worst part.
He had no real friends, no relationships.
It was a wonder he was alive.
He'd thought they would have at least told him they wouldn't be back.
After all those years of posting.
But they hadn't.
And he'd gone mad.
Sometimes he'd look at Friendface.
And see them all there "liking" things.
Except it wasn't the same.
They were using their real names.
Their friends and fucking families could read what they were saying.
They weren't acting like they used to.
Like when Joey Brick had been around.
He'd never be able to be like them.
He liked swearing too much and making inappropriate sexual remarks.
Why had they gone?
What had changed?
And how ws the board even still there?
Who was paying for it?
Was...was any of this real?
Joey Brick punched himself in the face.
And again.
The board still looked the same.
He kept punching himself.
For some reason he get an erection.
He went away from the board for a minute to find something to wank over.
He found pics of that female celebrity he likes.
But his erecton was already down.
Disappointing.
He went back to the board...
It was gone.
What.
How...
It had just been...
He'd ever been refreshing it.
Why wasn't it loading now?
WHY.
He restarted his computer.
He unplugged his router.
But it was still gone.
All gone.
He couldn't even read his old posts.
All one million and forty thousand of them.
Nothing left.
NOTHING.
He looked at the Friendface.
No one else had noticed.
No one.
Hahahahaha...
He started punching himself again.
And again.
He put a pillow over his face so that it didn't hurt his fist as much.
And just kept punching and punching and punching.
The end.
_______________________________
"Good story."
"Oh, hello, Charles Horse."
"Why did you say that?"
"I'm just saying you're the inner mologue of Charles Horse."
"Yes but why are you saying that? I already know that and you're just a voice in my head."
"Well, that's the exposition done, on with the story!"
"What are you talking about?"
"What is an inner monologue anyway? Is it any more real that the random thoughts that pop into your head?"
"It's more focused."
"But what's doing the focusing?"
"...me?"
"Or the other."
"The other being the part of the brain that isn't consciously me."
"Right."
"But as already said thoughts just pop into my brain out of nowhere."
"Yes."
"So really...everything's the other. I'm the other."
"You're the part that's aware of the other."
"It's confusing."
"I know."
"Can't I just go to sleep."
"Yes."
"Goodnight."
"Goodbye forever."
"Wait, am I going to die in my sleep?"
"Hopefully."
____________________________________
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Charles Horse there
he's ar eal hcare
I dcn'at go one
wseriousl
serioyusl
I'm compltelly blank
I have fucking autism and it's pretty bad and also constant anxiety and that eye socket depression thing
I'm just staring at a computer screen
I can't talk to real people even
never gonig to have a girlfriend
just go on for my fucking obsessions
so really
this kind of is the end
becasue nothing will ever change
i'll diminish and more nad more people will stop posting here
so
this is the end
of everything
unless JOHNNY NOSE CAN SAVE THE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
________________
JOHNNY NOSE RAN INTO A BANK
"GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY I HAVE A GUN IT'S MY PENIS" HE SAID THE MANIAC
"OKAY DON'T HURT ME" SAID THE SEXY BANK LADY
"YOU ARE SEXY LET'S GET MARRIED AND I'LL BECOME A REAL PERSON" SAID JOHNNY
"OKAY" SAID THE WOMAN WHO IS NOT A FULLY DEVELOPED CHARACTER
AND THEY GOT MARRIED AND HAD EIGHT CHILDREN AND JOHNNY POSTED PICS OF HIS MEALS ON FACEBOOK AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END
_________________________
well that was unexecpt"!
GFDSLGOOGF
LOKL WLHdgf
ag
fAJSdg
g
fuckers
fuck you all
f
fuck you for not reading this
fuck you for reading this
fuck you for starting to read this then stopping
fuck you
dgf[fag
d
g
d
dg
g
t
t
here
there will be nothing special about this specail
there will be nothign special
dgf
SOTP
there will be nothing special about this special
I hsould have just typed "." then posted the thread
no one would read it or care
am I just breaking character by talking about hte Mine Field in this thread
when you the people in the future reading this don't know ath the mine field is
lol
there are no people in the future reading this
there is no future
who the fuck cares if people in the future read it
i won't fucking exist
my life is finite
like yorus
likeevery cunt's
what'st he point
g
just typing lots the point a lot
you know that really bad depressing you can fuckingphsycailly feel happenring into your eye sockets when you try to think about anything
yeah
that
jibgf
HAHAHAHA
na dyou're fucking makeing it worse
HAHAHAa
turn it into a fucking story
okay
here's JOEY BRICK
))))))))wrong key
+_GF
___________________________
Joey Brick sat at his internet message board clicking refresh.
No one had posted for years.
They hadn't told him they were all leaving.
That was the worst part.
He had no real friends, no relationships.
It was a wonder he was alive.
He'd thought they would have at least told him they wouldn't be back.
After all those years of posting.
But they hadn't.
And he'd gone mad.
Sometimes he'd look at Friendface.
And see them all there "liking" things.
Except it wasn't the same.
They were using their real names.
Their friends and fucking families could read what they were saying.
They weren't acting like they used to.
Like when Joey Brick had been around.
He'd never be able to be like them.
He liked swearing too much and making inappropriate sexual remarks.
Why had they gone?
What had changed?
And how ws the board even still there?
Who was paying for it?
Was...was any of this real?
Joey Brick punched himself in the face.
And again.
The board still looked the same.
He kept punching himself.
For some reason he get an erection.
He went away from the board for a minute to find something to wank over.
He found pics of that female celebrity he likes.
But his erecton was already down.
Disappointing.
He went back to the board...
It was gone.
What.
How...
It had just been...
He'd ever been refreshing it.
Why wasn't it loading now?
WHY.
He restarted his computer.
He unplugged his router.
But it was still gone.
All gone.
He couldn't even read his old posts.
All one million and forty thousand of them.
Nothing left.
NOTHING.
He looked at the Friendface.
No one else had noticed.
No one.
Hahahahaha...
He started punching himself again.
And again.
He put a pillow over his face so that it didn't hurt his fist as much.
And just kept punching and punching and punching.
The end.
_______________________________
"Good story."
"Oh, hello, Charles Horse."
"Why did you say that?"
"I'm just saying you're the inner mologue of Charles Horse."
"Yes but why are you saying that? I already know that and you're just a voice in my head."
"Well, that's the exposition done, on with the story!"
"What are you talking about?"
"What is an inner monologue anyway? Is it any more real that the random thoughts that pop into your head?"
"It's more focused."
"But what's doing the focusing?"
"...me?"
"Or the other."
"The other being the part of the brain that isn't consciously me."
"Right."
"But as already said thoughts just pop into my brain out of nowhere."
"Yes."
"So really...everything's the other. I'm the other."
"You're the part that's aware of the other."
"It's confusing."
"I know."
"Can't I just go to sleep."
"Yes."
"Goodnight."
"Goodbye forever."
"Wait, am I going to die in my sleep?"
"Hopefully."
____________________________________
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Charles Horse there
he's ar eal hcare
I dcn'at go one
wseriousl
serioyusl
I'm compltelly blank
I have fucking autism and it's pretty bad and also constant anxiety and that eye socket depression thing
I'm just staring at a computer screen
I can't talk to real people even
never gonig to have a girlfriend
just go on for my fucking obsessions
so really
this kind of is the end
becasue nothing will ever change
i'll diminish and more nad more people will stop posting here
so
this is the end
of everything
unless JOHNNY NOSE CAN SAVE THE DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
________________
JOHNNY NOSE RAN INTO A BANK
"GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY I HAVE A GUN IT'S MY PENIS" HE SAID THE MANIAC
"OKAY DON'T HURT ME" SAID THE SEXY BANK LADY
"YOU ARE SEXY LET'S GET MARRIED AND I'LL BECOME A REAL PERSON" SAID JOHNNY
"OKAY" SAID THE WOMAN WHO IS NOT A FULLY DEVELOPED CHARACTER
AND THEY GOT MARRIED AND HAD EIGHT CHILDREN AND JOHNNY POSTED PICS OF HIS MEALS ON FACEBOOK AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END
_________________________
well that was unexecpt"!
