CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
IT'S THE THING OF THE DAY SHOW
STARRING THING OF THE DAY
FEATURING CHARLES HORSE AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE CRAP
WITH RANDOM KEYSTABS
AND THE UTTER POINTLESSNESS OF EVERYTHING!
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UH OH UH OH
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I like nothing
I am not capable of feeling
my brain isn't attached
it's slow
it's behind
there's a delay
I don'ktnow how I'm aware of the delay though
i'ts like there's an awareness trapped in my head
paralysed
unalbe to do anything as life happens around it
and then my brain tells me what to do after i've already been aware
so the thing I'm doing doens't feel real
becuae I'm no longer aware
or something
it's weird
so i'm aware that i'm supposed to be feel osmething
but i can't move
my feeling parts can't move
but then my brain tries to imitate feeling
poorly
like a bad photocopy
that's my brain
lurching and lunging about
pretending to be real
that's all I am
pretending
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I'm always aware of my own mortality when I lie in bed unable to sleep
but I become more aware every night
more aware of how my entire existence could end in an instant
blown out like a candle
snuffed out like a...candle
it's all candles
feel my heart beating
it could stop
or explode
someone could walk in and slit my stupid throoat
feel so small
weak little flesh body
like a chicken awaiting the slaughter
or something
so fucking small
ready to be blown away
even my thoughts so small
nothing to me except a thought
and that thought is about death
could fall asleep and not wake up
would never know
never
because time wouldn't exist anymore
then i dream and i'm not in control
life is just a narrative playing out in my head
dreaming is no different than being awake
dream world ends
i die every time i wake up
then i play the part of a human again
what is a human
it's nothing more than being an animal
our lives measured in short years in our stupid bodes
living in houses
breeding
well i don't do that part
i eat and stuff
type this shit
and for what
there's no pay-off
there's no reward
this is it
this is heaven
this is the only place you can feel anything
and i've already established my problems with that
so
it's just
yeah
this
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people are going to vote katie hopkins as winner of big brother
humanity as an experiment has failed
time to end it
let the cats have the planet
they'll do better
at least theyr'e cute
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so what happened
i typed this
did it make a different
difference
no
did it make a different reality
what if i hadn't writen this
umm
i've writtne it 522 times before
insanity is repeating the same action and expecting different results
nothing's going to change
could have died 522 things ago
wouldn't have been any different
sorry
STARRING THING OF THE DAY
FEATURING CHARLES HORSE AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE CRAP
WITH RANDOM KEYSTABS
AND THE UTTER POINTLESSNESS OF EVERYTHING!
______________________________
UH OH UH OH
gfsjadghdaih
r
g
th
hs
h
ggh
dth
dh
h
dh
h
h
random keystabs
_____________jj
durpi drup
f
I like nothing
I am not capable of feeling
my brain isn't attached
it's slow
it's behind
there's a delay
I don'ktnow how I'm aware of the delay though
i'ts like there's an awareness trapped in my head
paralysed
unalbe to do anything as life happens around it
and then my brain tells me what to do after i've already been aware
so the thing I'm doing doens't feel real
becuae I'm no longer aware
or something
it's weird
so i'm aware that i'm supposed to be feel osmething
but i can't move
my feeling parts can't move
but then my brain tries to imitate feeling
poorly
like a bad photocopy
that's my brain
lurching and lunging about
pretending to be real
that's all I am
pretending
_____________________
I'm always aware of my own mortality when I lie in bed unable to sleep
but I become more aware every night
more aware of how my entire existence could end in an instant
blown out like a candle
snuffed out like a...candle
it's all candles
feel my heart beating
it could stop
or explode
someone could walk in and slit my stupid throoat
feel so small
weak little flesh body
like a chicken awaiting the slaughter
or something
so fucking small
ready to be blown away
even my thoughts so small
nothing to me except a thought
and that thought is about death
could fall asleep and not wake up
would never know
never
because time wouldn't exist anymore
then i dream and i'm not in control
life is just a narrative playing out in my head
dreaming is no different than being awake
dream world ends
i die every time i wake up
then i play the part of a human again
what is a human
it's nothing more than being an animal
our lives measured in short years in our stupid bodes
living in houses
breeding
well i don't do that part
i eat and stuff
type this shit
and for what
there's no pay-off
there's no reward
this is it
this is heaven
this is the only place you can feel anything
and i've already established my problems with that
so
it's just
yeah
this
________________________
people are going to vote katie hopkins as winner of big brother
humanity as an experiment has failed
time to end it
let the cats have the planet
they'll do better
at least theyr'e cute
_______________________
so what happened
i typed this
did it make a different
difference
no
did it make a different reality
what if i hadn't writen this
umm
i've writtne it 522 times before
insanity is repeating the same action and expecting different results
nothing's going to change
could have died 522 things ago
wouldn't have been any different
sorry
