CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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ad misery
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an narrative
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all an illlllllluisonf
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aaaaaaaaaaaaall fake
you are not the world
it's not for you
just a fucking person who will die
could die right now
crack your skull like an egg
any time
no story
nothing is waintg
things don't go right
ther eis no right
just atoms
spinning
or something
atoms don't spin
i don't know
ther eisno story
you're just a thing
it's all just things
everyone else is the same
you're nothing
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Charles Horse was impressed by the leather mask he had made. He looked terrifying in it. It expressed what he really we. He put it on. He was naked apart from the mask and his underpants. He wait. The kids were pointing at his flat as they walked down the street, as usual. Pointing and laughing before they'd even seen him. He stayed hidden behind the door until they were close. Then he ran out onto the fucking street in his mask and pants. One of the kids saw him before the others. He stared, open mouthed, then shouted "LOOK" to his friends. Charles Horse ran right at them. The started to back away.
"I'M PSYCHO MAN!" he said. "I'M THE FUCKING PSYCHO MAN. THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL ME SO THAT'S WHAT I AM!"
"Fuck, he's really a psycho, run!" said a kid. They started to run away. "PAEDO!" one of them shouted.
"I'M NOT A PAEDO!" Charles Horse clarified.
He woke up in his bed, smiling. He had slept in. The kids wouldn't see him this morning. He'd had a nice dream about scaring them. Maybe he'd make the mask today. Or one day. He'd need more leather. Where would he get so much leather? He didn't know. He felt sad again, not knowing where he'd get the leather. He always ended up feeling sad again.
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why does my head get itchy i wish my hair what else am i supposed to do rub "anti-itching head cream" into my head every day well i'm not fucking doing it i've done enough ican't be fucking bothered doing that too i just want to relax forever sitting here on the computer reading things and not dying and looking at images of female celebrities that's what i'm made for not this head cream business so no i will not be buying your expensive anti-itching head cream professor science you cunt i can't even go on anymore guys it's too much i can't handle life i wasn't meant ot be alive it's obvious i'm not a real person just nothing nothing nothign need upoading intot he cloud to sleep or something id on'tknow what i need head is itchy i don't know there is no solution i know death will come but that's not solution that's just the end so there's nothing for it really is there just have to sti here and wait with an itchy head
rg
sf
guwrhfhfiae
fpapin
ad misery
gda
aga gadggadgag
sdgalgd
sdeath
g
dtime
gdjidagjaall ends
d
an narrative
a
all an illlllllluisonf
a
gagda
aaaaaaaaaaaaall fake
you are not the world
it's not for you
just a fucking person who will die
could die right now
crack your skull like an egg
any time
no story
nothing is waintg
things don't go right
ther eis no right
just atoms
spinning
or something
atoms don't spin
i don't know
ther eisno story
you're just a thing
it's all just things
everyone else is the same
you're nothing
__________________________
Charles Horse was impressed by the leather mask he had made. He looked terrifying in it. It expressed what he really we. He put it on. He was naked apart from the mask and his underpants. He wait. The kids were pointing at his flat as they walked down the street, as usual. Pointing and laughing before they'd even seen him. He stayed hidden behind the door until they were close. Then he ran out onto the fucking street in his mask and pants. One of the kids saw him before the others. He stared, open mouthed, then shouted "LOOK" to his friends. Charles Horse ran right at them. The started to back away.
"I'M PSYCHO MAN!" he said. "I'M THE FUCKING PSYCHO MAN. THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL ME SO THAT'S WHAT I AM!"
"Fuck, he's really a psycho, run!" said a kid. They started to run away. "PAEDO!" one of them shouted.
"I'M NOT A PAEDO!" Charles Horse clarified.
He woke up in his bed, smiling. He had slept in. The kids wouldn't see him this morning. He'd had a nice dream about scaring them. Maybe he'd make the mask today. Or one day. He'd need more leather. Where would he get so much leather? He didn't know. He felt sad again, not knowing where he'd get the leather. He always ended up feeling sad again.
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why does my head get itchy i wish my hair what else am i supposed to do rub "anti-itching head cream" into my head every day well i'm not fucking doing it i've done enough ican't be fucking bothered doing that too i just want to relax forever sitting here on the computer reading things and not dying and looking at images of female celebrities that's what i'm made for not this head cream business so no i will not be buying your expensive anti-itching head cream professor science you cunt i can't even go on anymore guys it's too much i can't handle life i wasn't meant ot be alive it's obvious i'm not a real person just nothing nothing nothign need upoading intot he cloud to sleep or something id on'tknow what i need head is itchy i don't know there is no solution i know death will come but that's not solution that's just the end so there's nothing for it really is there just have to sti here and wait with an itchy head