CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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layer of unreality
actually i'm always under a layer of unreality
i existed cacooned in it
so the layer of unreality is fo ryour benefit
because you might still think that is real
it's not
nothing is
so if charles horse says bad things it doesn't matter
he's even less real than me
and i'm not real
BIRKCSD
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Charles Horse was waiting to die. Just have to get through life and then you can be dead. That's how you win. You live without dying, then you die. Victory. You exist and exist and then die. He sat on his chair existing. Staring at the screen, the same screen as always, refreshing the page, the same page as always. He was Charles Horse and that was all he ever could be.
He conjoured up Jimmy Attitude to speak to.
"Don't you ever just think about murdering people?" asked Jimmy right away.
"No," said Charles Horse, an obvious lie.
"Don't you ever fucking want to fucking grab some fucking and fucking beat them to fucking death with your fucking fists," asked Jimmy.
"No," said Charles. "I'm not very strong."
"Would have to be someone small then. A woman."
"I don't want to hurt women."
"You don't want to, but you think about it sometimes. Sick bastard."
"Everyone...everyone has bad thoughts."
"Do they? How the fuck would you know? How can you, of all people, possibly discern what normal people are thinking? People with properly functioning mirror neurons? You fucking weasel. You think they're all sitting at their computer getting hard thinking about murdering defenceless women? Fuck you, you actual scum."
"I'm not thinking that."
"You are. You're thinking about how fucking snapping girls' necks. God. How do you live with yourself? Why not just kill yourself right now?"
"I'm not thinking about anything."
"DURR, I'M CHARLES HORSE, MY FUCKING BRAIN DOESN'T WORK RIGHT, I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING THINK, I CAN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING. DURR!"
"Shut up."
"DURR! I WISH I HAD SUPER POWERS SO I COULD KILL PEOPLE. That's what you're thinking, aren't you? Or do you want to be invisible so you can watch girls take their clothes off while you have a pathetic little wank? Do you want to smell them while they sleep?"
"Why are you trying to make me think these things."
"Imagine if you could drive a car. You could run a bunch of people over. Just drive up onto the pavement and mow down a whole family. Why doesn't that happen more often? Why aren't there more car murderers? God, imagine them crunching under your mighty wheels. Of course you can't drive, can you? Because you're pathetic."
"I don't want to grow to giant size and fucking stamp on people like I'm Godzilla."
"I never said you did."
"Hahahaha...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Good. Goooood."
"Shut up."
Charles Horse regretted posting this but forgot about it quickly.
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time passes
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"Can I ask what this is about?" Charles Horse managed to say at last. He'd been sitting across from the police officers for a very long time. THey'd just been staring at him. He didn't like it. He felt like their stares were cutting through him. The two police officers looked at each other with digust. The bigger, manlier of the two in particular looked like he wanted to hurt Charles Horse.
"A young woman was found dead in the woods five minutes from your flat," said the slightly less intimidating one.
"Oh," was all Charles could think to say. That was horrible. But why were they speaking to him? Maybe just routine...
"Do you happen to know anything about that?"
"I don't," he said. He really didn't.
"See, two different people said they saw you walking through those woods the day before."
"I do walk through there sometimes," he said, dumbly. They couldn't think...
"They said you were acting suspiciously."
"I...I..." He just looked that way.
"We found some postings you made to an internet message board. Distrubing postings. Amongst other things, you expressed a desire to murder much smaller women. To beat them to death, snap their necks. Stamp on them like Godzilla. Sound familiar?"
"I don't remember posting that!" He did.
"You said you want to hurt peope, Charles."
"That was Jimmy. Jimmy Attitude."
They looked at each other with disgust again.
"A character you created."
"It's not real, it's just the internet!"
"THAT YOUNG WOMAN IS DEAD. STABBED TO FUCKING DEATH."
"I...I never said anything about stabbing." He hadn't! Just beating and stamping!
"You're going away for a very long time for this, cunt," said the larger cop, speaking for the first time. Then he reach over the desk and punched Charles straight in the face.
....
Charles awoke in his bed with a start. He had to delete that message board post. Except he hadn't event posted it. It had all been a dream, the post and everything. He was safe. He would not be arrested by the cops for a murder he hadn't commited.
Jimmy Attitude wasn't even real!
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a happy ending!2h
layer of unreality
actually i'm always under a layer of unreality
i existed cacooned in it
so the layer of unreality is fo ryour benefit
because you might still think that is real
it's not
nothing is
so if charles horse says bad things it doesn't matter
he's even less real than me
and i'm not real
BIRKCSD
____________________________________________________________
Charles Horse was waiting to die. Just have to get through life and then you can be dead. That's how you win. You live without dying, then you die. Victory. You exist and exist and then die. He sat on his chair existing. Staring at the screen, the same screen as always, refreshing the page, the same page as always. He was Charles Horse and that was all he ever could be.
He conjoured up Jimmy Attitude to speak to.
"Don't you ever just think about murdering people?" asked Jimmy right away.
"No," said Charles Horse, an obvious lie.
"Don't you ever fucking want to fucking grab some fucking and fucking beat them to fucking death with your fucking fists," asked Jimmy.
"No," said Charles. "I'm not very strong."
"Would have to be someone small then. A woman."
"I don't want to hurt women."
"You don't want to, but you think about it sometimes. Sick bastard."
"Everyone...everyone has bad thoughts."
"Do they? How the fuck would you know? How can you, of all people, possibly discern what normal people are thinking? People with properly functioning mirror neurons? You fucking weasel. You think they're all sitting at their computer getting hard thinking about murdering defenceless women? Fuck you, you actual scum."
"I'm not thinking that."
"You are. You're thinking about how fucking snapping girls' necks. God. How do you live with yourself? Why not just kill yourself right now?"
"I'm not thinking about anything."
"DURR, I'M CHARLES HORSE, MY FUCKING BRAIN DOESN'T WORK RIGHT, I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING THINK, I CAN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING. DURR!"
"Shut up."
"DURR! I WISH I HAD SUPER POWERS SO I COULD KILL PEOPLE. That's what you're thinking, aren't you? Or do you want to be invisible so you can watch girls take their clothes off while you have a pathetic little wank? Do you want to smell them while they sleep?"
"Why are you trying to make me think these things."
"Imagine if you could drive a car. You could run a bunch of people over. Just drive up onto the pavement and mow down a whole family. Why doesn't that happen more often? Why aren't there more car murderers? God, imagine them crunching under your mighty wheels. Of course you can't drive, can you? Because you're pathetic."
"I don't want to grow to giant size and fucking stamp on people like I'm Godzilla."
"I never said you did."
"Hahahaha...AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Good. Goooood."
"Shut up."
Charles Horse regretted posting this but forgot about it quickly.
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time passes
__________________________________
"Can I ask what this is about?" Charles Horse managed to say at last. He'd been sitting across from the police officers for a very long time. THey'd just been staring at him. He didn't like it. He felt like their stares were cutting through him. The two police officers looked at each other with digust. The bigger, manlier of the two in particular looked like he wanted to hurt Charles Horse.
"A young woman was found dead in the woods five minutes from your flat," said the slightly less intimidating one.
"Oh," was all Charles could think to say. That was horrible. But why were they speaking to him? Maybe just routine...
"Do you happen to know anything about that?"
"I don't," he said. He really didn't.
"See, two different people said they saw you walking through those woods the day before."
"I do walk through there sometimes," he said, dumbly. They couldn't think...
"They said you were acting suspiciously."
"I...I..." He just looked that way.
"We found some postings you made to an internet message board. Distrubing postings. Amongst other things, you expressed a desire to murder much smaller women. To beat them to death, snap their necks. Stamp on them like Godzilla. Sound familiar?"
"I don't remember posting that!" He did.
"You said you want to hurt peope, Charles."
"That was Jimmy. Jimmy Attitude."
They looked at each other with disgust again.
"A character you created."
"It's not real, it's just the internet!"
"THAT YOUNG WOMAN IS DEAD. STABBED TO FUCKING DEATH."
"I...I never said anything about stabbing." He hadn't! Just beating and stamping!
"You're going away for a very long time for this, cunt," said the larger cop, speaking for the first time. Then he reach over the desk and punched Charles straight in the face.
....
Charles awoke in his bed with a start. He had to delete that message board post. Except he hadn't event posted it. It had all been a dream, the post and everything. He was safe. He would not be arrested by the cops for a murder he hadn't commited.
Jimmy Attitude wasn't even real!
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a happy ending!2h