CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
i think i was starved of oxygen at birth and only had a limited supply of brain oxygen as a result and it's been running out ever since and i've been getting slower and slower and slodgier and bogged down and less and less and less just repeating and repeating to the point of insanity (THE DEFINITION OF INSANITY IS REPEATING THE SAME ACTION AGAIN AND AGAIN AND EXPECTING DIFFERENT RESULTS SAID FAITH IN AN EPISODE OF ANGEL AND SHE'S HOT SO SHE SHOULD KNOW) and there's nothing left just an echo i was truly alive once for a few moments an initial spakr but it burned out and i kept trying to recapture it agina and again instead of creating soething new and moving forward and onwards and upwards always spirrallying towards freedom but i dind't do that i just got less and less and less nad smaller les sroom for opions and thoughts and sentence structor and anythign all compressed drive it all out just want sleep sleep glorous fucking sleep but what if i ddon't wake up oh well no use worrying about that eh chaps life is just this and it can end and no one fucking cares about that but me for some reason apparently i'm the only one who can see the reality of life and death and everyone else is in some fucking fantasy world where they'll lvie exactly as long as they want or there'll be some poorly defined internet assembled afterlife fine and i'm the crazy one for not having that shit isn't that ironic there's just enough of me to know and feel pain lol you know that headless chicken that lived on without a head for years becasue enough of its brain stem was left and they kept feeding it that's me i'm that headless chicken
