Troll Kingdom

This is a sample guest message. Register a free account today to become a member! Once signed in, you'll be able to participate on this site by adding your own topics and posts, as well as connect with other members through your own private inbox!

I post therefore I am

PluckMe

Red Whacker is hot!!
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.
 
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream,
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
life is but a dream.

Row, row, row your boat...
 
I feel like O2C is less invested in posting at TK since he hasn't bothered to do the fading-in-and-out thing with his signature here, too.
 
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.

Take the nearest sharp implement and stab it several inches into your thigh. Reality will appear quite clearly in front you and introduce himself with a grin and a firm handshake.
 
Some people suffering from this disease do take to cutting themselves. I however, prefer to drink until I can watch Marry Poppins and enjoy it. The bench mark by which I think we all should judge when you've had enough, but no too much. Flavor Flav, or Benny Hill works in a pinch, too.
 
The thing is, you are quite correct in that you do not exist. You were a fleeting thought in my imagination one day when I sat down to write about a new character in one of my short stories for a writing practice exercise. However, you proved to be an uninteresting character not worthy of development. You escaped deletion, briefly. That is being rectified. Your nanobyte has now been reallocated.
 
Sometimes I wonder if I am really here. I believe you are, I'm just not so sure about me.

You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a dream, that tells you somehow you are no longer dreaming? I don't get that.

It's called depersonalization, looking it up you lazy bastard I'm not linking something your fat ass can google. Besides I just described it anyways.

I believe in reality, I'm just not sure I'm in it.

I once attempted to prove my reality by using the classic movie gimmick of thinking of something I would never think of (huh?). But sadly it turns out that I'm so twisted and fucked up that I really believe some part of my brain could have invented the prison show OZ.

I actually came here in hopes one of you would say something so twisted, so depraved, and it would prove my existence.

I must say so far you're a bit of a let down.

An equally good argument can be you suck, therefore, you are.
 
Top