CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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you thought you wer getting a qusid god
squid go
d
prepare to be dispapointed, losers
becuae i'm not in the mood
i'm not really in the mood to exist
existence is hard
why do it
there's no reward at the end
you just die
you can eat ice crema sometimes
and it feels good
then the ice ceram's over
or you try to keep eating it and your stomach hurts
so yeah
no reward
we need to
change reality
you fools
me?
I can't change reality
but I can encorage other people to
sometone must be smart enough to fin d a way
mister scientist
just give us robot bodies
that wold be a goodoooooood
dgd
good start
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Charles Horse couldn't take it anymore.
"I hate it when people say things like 'life is what you make of it!' It's not. Life is life. You can't fucking make it something else. I'm not capable. Maybe you can make your life something else, but I can't. That's what I should have said first. I'm not capable. So what do I do? I can't change my life. I'm not capable. I've said it three times now. Life is reality. You can change, you can grow, but what about people like me? People who can't change. People who...aren't capable. Like I keep saying. What about me? Not everyone can do it. Not everyone can...live. Fuck off."
He lay down again but certainly did not get back to sleep.
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once your brain is completely hollowed out there really is no hope
you can't just grow a new brain
once it's lost it can't be found
burned away
so much of me gone
so many feelings I'll never feel again all burned away
hopes and dream destroyed
burned away in the fire of time
or something
words
i sed to know more wors
they're gone now
deleted
there's nothing to replace them
smaller and smaller
until in the end
there is nothing
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Brickman hated being a brick so he decided to ask God if he could be a balloon instead.
"No, you're a brick," said God. "Hahaha."
"I don't like it," said Brickman, who was part of a house. "I want to fly like a balloon."
"They all burst and fall out of the sky. You're better as a brick."
"I'd rather fly for a moment than live in this wall forever."
"Too bad, fucknose."
And so he was trapped
Years later the house was demolished. Brickman was broken in half.
And yet he remained, once soul in each half of the brick. He assumed he was the original, but the other Brickman thought the same thing. He did feel lesser. Like he'd forgottne things he'd never be able to remember. They were just gone. He was half a Brickman.
Eventually he was ground back down and recycled, but still he remained, as a tiny grain in a new brick and the new brick grew a new soul around him and finally Brickman was a new person, all his old memories gone, dreams of being a balloon forever erased.
The new Brickman was also a brick in a house.
One day he thought about balloons. He did not know why. Was it a memory of his previous life? Or did all bricks simply dream of being balloosns.
He didn't know, because he couldn't remember his old life.
But he did hear the voice of God.
"Please, let me be a balloon."
"Haha, brickcunt."
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it doesn't make snese
you thought you wer getting a qusid god
squid go
d
prepare to be dispapointed, losers
becuae i'm not in the mood
i'm not really in the mood to exist
existence is hard
why do it
there's no reward at the end
you just die
you can eat ice crema sometimes
and it feels good
then the ice ceram's over
or you try to keep eating it and your stomach hurts
so yeah
no reward
we need to
change reality
you fools
me?
I can't change reality
but I can encorage other people to
sometone must be smart enough to fin d a way
mister scientist
just give us robot bodies
that wold be a goodoooooood
dgd
good start
________________________________________________________
Charles Horse couldn't take it anymore.
"I hate it when people say things like 'life is what you make of it!' It's not. Life is life. You can't fucking make it something else. I'm not capable. Maybe you can make your life something else, but I can't. That's what I should have said first. I'm not capable. So what do I do? I can't change my life. I'm not capable. I've said it three times now. Life is reality. You can change, you can grow, but what about people like me? People who can't change. People who...aren't capable. Like I keep saying. What about me? Not everyone can do it. Not everyone can...live. Fuck off."
He lay down again but certainly did not get back to sleep.
__________________________________________________________________
once your brain is completely hollowed out there really is no hope
you can't just grow a new brain
once it's lost it can't be found
burned away
so much of me gone
so many feelings I'll never feel again all burned away
hopes and dream destroyed
burned away in the fire of time
or something
words
i sed to know more wors
they're gone now
deleted
there's nothing to replace them
smaller and smaller
until in the end
there is nothing
____________________________________
Brickman hated being a brick so he decided to ask God if he could be a balloon instead.
"No, you're a brick," said God. "Hahaha."
"I don't like it," said Brickman, who was part of a house. "I want to fly like a balloon."
"They all burst and fall out of the sky. You're better as a brick."
"I'd rather fly for a moment than live in this wall forever."
"Too bad, fucknose."
And so he was trapped
Years later the house was demolished. Brickman was broken in half.
And yet he remained, once soul in each half of the brick. He assumed he was the original, but the other Brickman thought the same thing. He did feel lesser. Like he'd forgottne things he'd never be able to remember. They were just gone. He was half a Brickman.
Eventually he was ground back down and recycled, but still he remained, as a tiny grain in a new brick and the new brick grew a new soul around him and finally Brickman was a new person, all his old memories gone, dreams of being a balloon forever erased.
The new Brickman was also a brick in a house.
One day he thought about balloons. He did not know why. Was it a memory of his previous life? Or did all bricks simply dream of being balloosns.
He didn't know, because he couldn't remember his old life.
But he did hear the voice of God.
"Please, let me be a balloon."
"Haha, brickcunt."
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it doesn't make snese