CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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gggggggggggggggggjustoingtostop
sijtamirelaly here
yesofoucrse
ifi canaskthe quesiton i'm realyhere
but still
like a dream
dream life now
aferlife
living in the afterldreamlife
the dreamafterlife
thel ife
not r really
hasn't feltreal in tos long
so lng
logn
gjggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
it's not going to get any realer
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Charles Horse wondered what sleep was.
Had there ever been sleep?
How could you just lie down and be alseep?
It was silly.
Nobody had ever done it.
He could just stop breathing and die.
How could he hever ever slept.
He hadn't.
He'd just dreamed that he had.
Wait, no.
That didn't work...
Maybe this was the dream.
Was he asleep?
He was in a shopping mall.
No he was in his bed.
It had nearly got him there, the sleep.
But he was back in bed.
He looked at the clock.
It was the exact same time it had been the last time he'd looked.
Maybe he'd frozen time.
At last.
He kept watching.
It did not change.
He'd done it.
He'd frozne time.
He nearly laughed out loud but found it hard to open his mouth.
He was choking.
He was lying facedown on his pillow.
Fuck.
How had he got there?
He tried to turn on his back but couldn't.
He buried his face in the pillow instead, in a mad moment.
He could die now.
He was on his back.
He was breathing through his mouth.
There was no pillow in his mouth.
He looked at the clock.
It was two hours later.
Oh.
He must have been asleep.
But the mind fog was so bad now so bad it was insanely bad and so heavy he couldn't lift his head he never ever could lift his head could never get out of bed that was it that was tonight's thing it had been a significant night it wasn't about dreaming it wasn't about sleeping it was about the mind fog his mind was completely out of phase with the world now he was a bed person now a bed monster that was where he would stay forever that was his new home not like all the other nights where he got up eventually this time he was in bed forever thanks to the fog his thoughts were racing trying to maket he fog go away but it woudn't not matter how much he thought the words were coming so fast it was funny his mind was the foggiest ever yet the words were coming so fast because his brain was panicking wanting to exist wanting him to be a person but he wasn't he coudn't find what he was he was the mind fog the words were a lie he wasn't real just ignore the voice the words yeah they were fading everything was fading everything was gone.
He got up in the morning of course.
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i'ts all just ranomd ther'e sno narrative sorry
gggggggggggggggggjustoingtostop
sijtamirelaly here
yesofoucrse
ifi canaskthe quesiton i'm realyhere
but still
like a dream
dream life now
aferlife
living in the afterldreamlife
the dreamafterlife
thel ife
not r really
hasn't feltreal in tos long
so lng
logn
gjggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
it's not going to get any realer
___________________________________________
Charles Horse wondered what sleep was.
Had there ever been sleep?
How could you just lie down and be alseep?
It was silly.
Nobody had ever done it.
He could just stop breathing and die.
How could he hever ever slept.
He hadn't.
He'd just dreamed that he had.
Wait, no.
That didn't work...
Maybe this was the dream.
Was he asleep?
He was in a shopping mall.
No he was in his bed.
It had nearly got him there, the sleep.
But he was back in bed.
He looked at the clock.
It was the exact same time it had been the last time he'd looked.
Maybe he'd frozen time.
At last.
He kept watching.
It did not change.
He'd done it.
He'd frozne time.
He nearly laughed out loud but found it hard to open his mouth.
He was choking.
He was lying facedown on his pillow.
Fuck.
How had he got there?
He tried to turn on his back but couldn't.
He buried his face in the pillow instead, in a mad moment.
He could die now.
He was on his back.
He was breathing through his mouth.
There was no pillow in his mouth.
He looked at the clock.
It was two hours later.
Oh.
He must have been asleep.
But the mind fog was so bad now so bad it was insanely bad and so heavy he couldn't lift his head he never ever could lift his head could never get out of bed that was it that was tonight's thing it had been a significant night it wasn't about dreaming it wasn't about sleeping it was about the mind fog his mind was completely out of phase with the world now he was a bed person now a bed monster that was where he would stay forever that was his new home not like all the other nights where he got up eventually this time he was in bed forever thanks to the fog his thoughts were racing trying to maket he fog go away but it woudn't not matter how much he thought the words were coming so fast it was funny his mind was the foggiest ever yet the words were coming so fast because his brain was panicking wanting to exist wanting him to be a person but he wasn't he coudn't find what he was he was the mind fog the words were a lie he wasn't real just ignore the voice the words yeah they were fading everything was fading everything was gone.
He got up in the morning of course.
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i'ts all just ranomd ther'e sno narrative sorry