CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I don't even wantt o kill peope
it's stupid
I'm the kind of eprson who whshould be a serial kiler
with no emotison
cold
and all that shit
confused
doesn't fit in
never will
not just different, just not human
off
you know the type
but I'm not a serial killer!
I'm not THAT either
being a serial kilelr is as alien to me as being a normal human
so wha'ts left
just suicdie it seems
suicide is the logical conclusion of my life
fs
soooooooo
OH WIAT
I'm not the kind of person who commits uscide either
except I am
maybe someone hypnotised me when I was young so I wouldn't kill myselfl
maybe some small part of me still thinks I'm "special" and there is a "plan"
HAAHAHAHHA
I'll learn
it will all go
all the layers will disolve
eventually
I'll be naked
and then
AND THEN
ANADNA WEELLFSG
__________________________________________-
Hardor searched all over the mill for his dragon. He ignored his chores, he ignored his father's angry admonishments, he ignroed everything. He was focused on the dragon.
At the end of the day, he collapsed in the barn...and felt tears on his face. It was the first time he could remember crying, though the feeling of tears was not completely alien to him so he had probably done it before at some point in his childhood. He let the tears take him. He had lost everything. He took out the murder list and let the tears fall on it as he read the names. Bricky...
Bricky was standing in the doorway. With his dragon.
"What are you reading?" asked Bricky, coldly. Hardor hid the list. His first thought was that Bricky must have found out about it, somehow.
"Nothing," he said. "What the fuck are you doing with my dragon?"
"Our dragon," said Bricky, a confident swagger to his voice. "We found it together, remember."
"When the fuck did you grow a set of balls?" asked Hardor.
"When I raped your sister," said Bricky.
"What!?" Hardor got to his feet and ran towards Bricky.
He was almost consumed by dragon fire.
Hardor staggered back into the barn.
"That's close enough," said Bricky. Behind him, two large, thuggish men were holding Hardor's younger sister. She wasn't even struggling. She looked broken.
"How...how..." was all Hardor could think, and manage to say.
"I had help, I'll admit," said Bricky. A fourth man appeared by his side. Old. Grey beard. A twinkle in his eyes. An evil twinkle.
The Dark Wizard Rhabbor.
__________________________________________________
IW WON't MISSSS YOU
sf
g
sg
g
sg
gfgfgjfgjgf
gf
h
sfh
gh
gh
ghjhjlhjk
g
you dno't kill yourseld because it'll upset other people
but they die too!
and sometimes you think "well they'll be better off without me anyway"
but not
death is too final
there must be somethign else
between life and death
THE NEXXUS!?
fg
ds
g
noo
NOOOOOoooo
sdh
h
af
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshit
g
hjj DJ KAT
god is dead
h
fdkfjjjjjjjj
I try to make tunes on my keyboard
fjkasdfjkljghfjhyujrfhrhtugutg78tgu7tguyth
THAT ONE SOUNDED FUNKY LOL
KTITESN!
it's stupid
I'm the kind of eprson who whshould be a serial kiler
with no emotison
cold
and all that shit
confused
doesn't fit in
never will
not just different, just not human
off
you know the type
but I'm not a serial killer!
I'm not THAT either
being a serial kilelr is as alien to me as being a normal human
so wha'ts left
just suicdie it seems
suicide is the logical conclusion of my life
fs
soooooooo
OH WIAT
I'm not the kind of person who commits uscide either
except I am
maybe someone hypnotised me when I was young so I wouldn't kill myselfl
maybe some small part of me still thinks I'm "special" and there is a "plan"
HAAHAHAHHA
I'll learn
it will all go
all the layers will disolve
eventually
I'll be naked
and then
AND THEN
ANADNA WEELLFSG
__________________________________________-
Hardor searched all over the mill for his dragon. He ignored his chores, he ignored his father's angry admonishments, he ignroed everything. He was focused on the dragon.
At the end of the day, he collapsed in the barn...and felt tears on his face. It was the first time he could remember crying, though the feeling of tears was not completely alien to him so he had probably done it before at some point in his childhood. He let the tears take him. He had lost everything. He took out the murder list and let the tears fall on it as he read the names. Bricky...
Bricky was standing in the doorway. With his dragon.
"What are you reading?" asked Bricky, coldly. Hardor hid the list. His first thought was that Bricky must have found out about it, somehow.
"Nothing," he said. "What the fuck are you doing with my dragon?"
"Our dragon," said Bricky, a confident swagger to his voice. "We found it together, remember."
"When the fuck did you grow a set of balls?" asked Hardor.
"When I raped your sister," said Bricky.
"What!?" Hardor got to his feet and ran towards Bricky.
He was almost consumed by dragon fire.
Hardor staggered back into the barn.
"That's close enough," said Bricky. Behind him, two large, thuggish men were holding Hardor's younger sister. She wasn't even struggling. She looked broken.
"How...how..." was all Hardor could think, and manage to say.
"I had help, I'll admit," said Bricky. A fourth man appeared by his side. Old. Grey beard. A twinkle in his eyes. An evil twinkle.
The Dark Wizard Rhabbor.
__________________________________________________
IW WON't MISSSS YOU
sf
g
sg
g
sg
gfgfgjfgjgf
gf
h
sfh
gh
gh
ghjhjlhjk
g
you dno't kill yourseld because it'll upset other people
but they die too!
and sometimes you think "well they'll be better off without me anyway"
but not
death is too final
there must be somethign else
between life and death
THE NEXXUS!?
fg
ds
g
noo
NOOOOOoooo
sdh
h
af
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshit
g
hjj DJ KAT
god is dead
h
fdkfjjjjjjjj
I try to make tunes on my keyboard
fjkasdfjkljghfjhyujrfhrhtugutg78tgu7tguyth
THAT ONE SOUNDED FUNKY LOL
KTITESN!
