CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Another Long Night Of Charles Horse
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Why did he feel like he needed to pee? He'd just been to the toilet ten minutes ago. There couldn't possibly be anything left in his bladder. He hadn't drunk anything for a while. Was his body turning on him too? It had always been against him. He'd always been so awkward. His stupid feet. His right foot curved outwards. It was annoying. No one would really notice it, but it was annoying. Made him walk funny. He noticed even if no one else did. And that was just the start. Every part of his body was wrong in some way...but having to pee all the time? He wouldn't be able to handle that. That would be too much.
He tried to get to sleep. He would feet the feeling, whatever it was. Maybe his bladder was contracting into nothing. Maybe his stomach was. His kidneys? Something like that.
He couldn't fucking get back to sleep so he went to the toilet again.
Hardly any pee came out. He stood there, madly, waiting for more but not much came. He looked at his own stupid face in the mirror. He fought the urge to headbutt it.
He went back to bed. He lay back down. He felt fine...for a few minutes. Then the feeling came back again.
He started beating his pillows with his fists.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he screamed.
He on his front now. The feeling was gone, somehow. But he'd never be able to get to sleep lying like this. Hahaha.
He buried his head in the pillows. They were in the wrong position now, but so was he.
He woke up lying in his own drool. Had he fallen asleep. It felt like it. Like a reset. That's what sleep is, isn't it? You reset. THe current mindstate goes away and you wake up with a new mind but the same memories.
Only five minutes had passed since he last looked at the clock.
Fuck.
What was the point of going to sleep anyway? Maybe if he stayed awake all night he'd never have to get up. Never!
He lay on his back now. His eyes eventually shut...
He was back at school being chased by George Bush in a golf cart. He didn't know why. He was late for maths too. Surely they'd understand. He ran into the classroom. It was the wrong one! Those weren't his classmates. And some of them had the heads of ducks. Weird. He ran away again. He ran and ran...
He needed to find the bathroom.
He got up out of bed. No, he was still in bed. He felt a heaviness as he tried to get up. He was still asleep, he remembered. That happened sometimes. He'd dream he was getting up but he wasn't.
He went to the bathroom and peed again, but he didn't remember returning to bed. Maybe he hadn't peed at all.
The feeling was still there.
He pulled himself out of bed quickly and madly urinated on the floor of his bedroom.
He laughed and went back to bed.
He woke up and noticed only another few minutes had passed. And he was lying on his front again. He hadn't really peed again, not even the floor. It had all been a dream.
He was sweating heavily now.
Finally, at some point, he got into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke it was still too early to get up. He went to the toilet and peed again. He noticed there was still pee in there. He should have flushed.
He decided to watch some tv in bed so plugged it in...and there was an explosion. A small one, yes. But still. He felt an electic shock and jumped into bed.
He realised that had really had urinated on his bedroom floor and all over the tv plug.
What was he.
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hgdghdhjdfjggjgjgj
YeAH
CHALREOS HERO S THERE
HEROE
HEROSE
HERO OR HORSE!?!?!
it's hores
shore
Horse
only horse
laways Horse
never anything more
can only be Horse
horesne etnerietnr
horse eternity
______________________________
Why did he feel like he needed to pee? He'd just been to the toilet ten minutes ago. There couldn't possibly be anything left in his bladder. He hadn't drunk anything for a while. Was his body turning on him too? It had always been against him. He'd always been so awkward. His stupid feet. His right foot curved outwards. It was annoying. No one would really notice it, but it was annoying. Made him walk funny. He noticed even if no one else did. And that was just the start. Every part of his body was wrong in some way...but having to pee all the time? He wouldn't be able to handle that. That would be too much.
He tried to get to sleep. He would feet the feeling, whatever it was. Maybe his bladder was contracting into nothing. Maybe his stomach was. His kidneys? Something like that.
He couldn't fucking get back to sleep so he went to the toilet again.
Hardly any pee came out. He stood there, madly, waiting for more but not much came. He looked at his own stupid face in the mirror. He fought the urge to headbutt it.
He went back to bed. He lay back down. He felt fine...for a few minutes. Then the feeling came back again.
He started beating his pillows with his fists.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he screamed.
He on his front now. The feeling was gone, somehow. But he'd never be able to get to sleep lying like this. Hahaha.
He buried his head in the pillows. They were in the wrong position now, but so was he.
He woke up lying in his own drool. Had he fallen asleep. It felt like it. Like a reset. That's what sleep is, isn't it? You reset. THe current mindstate goes away and you wake up with a new mind but the same memories.
Only five minutes had passed since he last looked at the clock.
Fuck.
What was the point of going to sleep anyway? Maybe if he stayed awake all night he'd never have to get up. Never!
He lay on his back now. His eyes eventually shut...
He was back at school being chased by George Bush in a golf cart. He didn't know why. He was late for maths too. Surely they'd understand. He ran into the classroom. It was the wrong one! Those weren't his classmates. And some of them had the heads of ducks. Weird. He ran away again. He ran and ran...
He needed to find the bathroom.
He got up out of bed. No, he was still in bed. He felt a heaviness as he tried to get up. He was still asleep, he remembered. That happened sometimes. He'd dream he was getting up but he wasn't.
He went to the bathroom and peed again, but he didn't remember returning to bed. Maybe he hadn't peed at all.
The feeling was still there.
He pulled himself out of bed quickly and madly urinated on the floor of his bedroom.
He laughed and went back to bed.
He woke up and noticed only another few minutes had passed. And he was lying on his front again. He hadn't really peed again, not even the floor. It had all been a dream.
He was sweating heavily now.
Finally, at some point, he got into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke it was still too early to get up. He went to the toilet and peed again. He noticed there was still pee in there. He should have flushed.
He decided to watch some tv in bed so plugged it in...and there was an explosion. A small one, yes. But still. He felt an electic shock and jumped into bed.
He realised that had really had urinated on his bedroom floor and all over the tv plug.
What was he.
____________________
hgdghdhjdfjggjgjgj
YeAH
CHALREOS HERO S THERE
HEROE
HEROSE
HERO OR HORSE!?!?!
it's hores
shore
Horse
only horse
laways Horse
never anything more
can only be Horse
horesne etnerietnr
horse eternity
