CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
ggggggggggggggg
what's a thin
g
what's a thing
what's a dya
what's an "of"
doesn't "of" mean the same as "have"
that's why people say "should of" right?
hhahahahahahha
we are getting closer to thing+500
which will of course be the 501st thing
but it's the name that ocounts
people will see 500 in the name and thing it's the 500th thing
ideas have power
they're theo nly thing that doea
sdg
gf
gf
h
gfsoggy brain
too hot
ideas
are
all
there
is
and then wie'll finaly fucking see
will i end at 500
i should have ended at some reandom number
the way life ends
instead of setting up a plan to end at 500
but life is a story we tell ourselves
and my story is thing of the day
the story of pointlessness
but it can still have a nice even ending!
let's check in with Charles Horse now
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Charles Horse was trapped in his own head. He could only ever be Charles Horse. It had drive him, not insane, but...smaller. He kept retreating further and further into himself, but being inside himself was the problem. He couldn't find the way out because there was no way out. As you can imagine, this was very stressful. He felt nothing but stress. He tried to retreat from that too, but got lost in his stress. He carved out little niches in the stress to live in, but found nothing but more Charles Horse inside. New stress started to fill his niches. Everywhere he fled it was there. Even when he slept he'd dream he was back at school fleeing down endless corridors from bullies or trying to reach a class in time. He wake and want to go back to sleep again. At least it was better than being awake, slightly. He sometimes felt like rolling around naked in the mud in the dead of night, just to see if he was alive.
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that "mud" plot twist was unexpecteD!
Charles horse there
always being fictonal
I'm sure glad he doesn't reprsent things that live inside of me!
lol
imagine being nromal and having normal realationshpip
fucking neurotypicals don't kow how good they have it
but i live in the neurotypcial worlds
bgfighb
d
gfs
g_
gf
no this is important
I love in the neurotypical world
of course I do
there's nowhere else to live
so everything around me is for neurotypicals
and they're always being told "be yourself!" and crap like that
and it's all I hear even though it's not aimed at me
so of course it affects me a little
of course part of me thinks if I be myself and be nice and everything then somehow I'll magically have a relatisonship with another human being
but I'm not equiped to do so becaues I'm not a fucking neurotypical
so nothign ever happens no mater how much of "myself" I am
becasue Msyelf is the person who has posted 489 posts like this on this obscure message board late at night
does that sound like someone who's going to be rewarded by being himself?
what's a thin
g
what's a thing
what's a dya
what's an "of"
doesn't "of" mean the same as "have"
that's why people say "should of" right?
hhahahahahahha
we are getting closer to thing+500
which will of course be the 501st thing
but it's the name that ocounts
people will see 500 in the name and thing it's the 500th thing
ideas have power
they're theo nly thing that doea
sdg
gf
gf
h
gfsoggy brain
too hot
ideas
are
all
there
is
and then wie'll finaly fucking see
will i end at 500
i should have ended at some reandom number
the way life ends
instead of setting up a plan to end at 500
but life is a story we tell ourselves
and my story is thing of the day
the story of pointlessness
but it can still have a nice even ending!
let's check in with Charles Horse now
____________________________________
Charles Horse was trapped in his own head. He could only ever be Charles Horse. It had drive him, not insane, but...smaller. He kept retreating further and further into himself, but being inside himself was the problem. He couldn't find the way out because there was no way out. As you can imagine, this was very stressful. He felt nothing but stress. He tried to retreat from that too, but got lost in his stress. He carved out little niches in the stress to live in, but found nothing but more Charles Horse inside. New stress started to fill his niches. Everywhere he fled it was there. Even when he slept he'd dream he was back at school fleeing down endless corridors from bullies or trying to reach a class in time. He wake and want to go back to sleep again. At least it was better than being awake, slightly. He sometimes felt like rolling around naked in the mud in the dead of night, just to see if he was alive.
____________________________________
that "mud" plot twist was unexpecteD!
Charles horse there
always being fictonal
I'm sure glad he doesn't reprsent things that live inside of me!
lol
imagine being nromal and having normal realationshpip
fucking neurotypicals don't kow how good they have it
but i live in the neurotypcial worlds
bgfighb
d
gfs
g_
gf
no this is important
I love in the neurotypical world
of course I do
there's nowhere else to live
so everything around me is for neurotypicals
and they're always being told "be yourself!" and crap like that
and it's all I hear even though it's not aimed at me
so of course it affects me a little
of course part of me thinks if I be myself and be nice and everything then somehow I'll magically have a relatisonship with another human being
but I'm not equiped to do so becaues I'm not a fucking neurotypical
so nothign ever happens no mater how much of "myself" I am
becasue Msyelf is the person who has posted 489 posts like this on this obscure message board late at night
does that sound like someone who's going to be rewarded by being himself?