CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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gj jonty enjoys life
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He looked up at the hill. It wasn't really that high, it wouldn't take him long to climb. He started up the rough path. It seemed to go all the way around the hill, which was frustrating. He liked things to happen immediatlely. He had wanted to be at the top of the hill and that should mean he was at the top of the hill instantly. Still, he kind of enjoyed the view of the familiar land below as he continued to circle the hill, rising steadily.
He looked down at some cows. He'd seen them before, and even on normal ground level they were lower, which always struck him as odd. There was a path leading down to them behind some trees, hidden, like they were in a ditch. Why keep cows in a ditch? One of the cows was looking up at him. He didn't like cow eyes so he looked away and continued his ascent.
He had to walk through some bushes and felt his hand being scratched. Another annoyance. But he was nearly there.
He abruptly reache the top of the hill. It was flat and grassy. It looked nice, he thought. He didn't actually find it nice himself, depression had long ago eroded the last of his emotions, but intellectually he knew that it looked nice. The bright blue sky above was nice too. It seemed like the kind of place he could have a romantic picnic with his girlfriend. If he had a girlfriend, which he didn't and never would.
He decided to lie on the grass and look up at the sky. It seemed the human thing to do.
He felt something jagging into him as he lay down. It was a needle. It took him a few moments to react, then he stood up. Another few moments later, he panicked.
The grass was covered in used needles! How did he not notice them before! And now he probably had AIDS. He'd have to go for an AIDS test, then wait six weeks for the results. And they say the waiting is the worst part.
He should just kill himself right fucking now. Throw himself off the hill! He ran to the edge.
Well, that is to say, he ran for about eight steps, then stopped himself and walked to the edge, slowly. His suicidal moment had last mere seconds, not long enough to carry him over. His self preservation instinct had kicked in. He looked over the edge. It wasn't even possible to throw himself off. He'd just slide down, through the bushes, cutting himself more, then maybe land next to the cows. He wouldn't even die, unless he somehow managed to land on his head and break his neck, but knowing his luck that wouldn't happen.
So what should he do? Just never tell anyone about the used needles? He lay back down on the grass, laughing. He looked up at the blue sky. That was when he saw the alien spaceship.
WAIT, THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT.
A dream I had, that must be it. I was never pricked by any used needle and I certainly never saw an alien spaceship! Or maybe I went up onto the hill but there was no used needles and I just imagined there were. Did I ever go up on that hill? I certainly thought about it.
I think about going up hills but don't actually do it.
That's sad.
No, it's just a story. A pointless story.
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and that's space filler
so
just oing to die
what do yout hink about that
your inevitable death
hmm?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT, SIR?
HUH
WHY NOT TELL ME!
NO
YOU JUST PRETEND YOU DON'T CARe
YOU DON'T CARE THAT YOU CAN CEASE TO EXIST AT ANy MOMENT
RIIIIIIGHT
FUCK YOU
YOU AND EVERYTING YOU STAND FOR
WHICH IS LYINg
YOU LYING LIAR
I SHOULD MURDER YOU
well, no, i shoudln't
I don't like blood!
and it's wrong
everything's wrong
just do nothing instead
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There is nothing
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DATA IS A CULTURE OF ONE!
gj jonty enjoys life
________________
He looked up at the hill. It wasn't really that high, it wouldn't take him long to climb. He started up the rough path. It seemed to go all the way around the hill, which was frustrating. He liked things to happen immediatlely. He had wanted to be at the top of the hill and that should mean he was at the top of the hill instantly. Still, he kind of enjoyed the view of the familiar land below as he continued to circle the hill, rising steadily.
He looked down at some cows. He'd seen them before, and even on normal ground level they were lower, which always struck him as odd. There was a path leading down to them behind some trees, hidden, like they were in a ditch. Why keep cows in a ditch? One of the cows was looking up at him. He didn't like cow eyes so he looked away and continued his ascent.
He had to walk through some bushes and felt his hand being scratched. Another annoyance. But he was nearly there.
He abruptly reache the top of the hill. It was flat and grassy. It looked nice, he thought. He didn't actually find it nice himself, depression had long ago eroded the last of his emotions, but intellectually he knew that it looked nice. The bright blue sky above was nice too. It seemed like the kind of place he could have a romantic picnic with his girlfriend. If he had a girlfriend, which he didn't and never would.
He decided to lie on the grass and look up at the sky. It seemed the human thing to do.
He felt something jagging into him as he lay down. It was a needle. It took him a few moments to react, then he stood up. Another few moments later, he panicked.
The grass was covered in used needles! How did he not notice them before! And now he probably had AIDS. He'd have to go for an AIDS test, then wait six weeks for the results. And they say the waiting is the worst part.
He should just kill himself right fucking now. Throw himself off the hill! He ran to the edge.
Well, that is to say, he ran for about eight steps, then stopped himself and walked to the edge, slowly. His suicidal moment had last mere seconds, not long enough to carry him over. His self preservation instinct had kicked in. He looked over the edge. It wasn't even possible to throw himself off. He'd just slide down, through the bushes, cutting himself more, then maybe land next to the cows. He wouldn't even die, unless he somehow managed to land on his head and break his neck, but knowing his luck that wouldn't happen.
So what should he do? Just never tell anyone about the used needles? He lay back down on the grass, laughing. He looked up at the blue sky. That was when he saw the alien spaceship.
WAIT, THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT.
A dream I had, that must be it. I was never pricked by any used needle and I certainly never saw an alien spaceship! Or maybe I went up onto the hill but there was no used needles and I just imagined there were. Did I ever go up on that hill? I certainly thought about it.
I think about going up hills but don't actually do it.
That's sad.
No, it's just a story. A pointless story.
_________-
sga
g
g
fg
fg
fg
fg
g
g
g
g
g
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
hhh
h
h_
_______-
and that's space filler
so
just oing to die
what do yout hink about that
your inevitable death
hmm?
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT, SIR?
HUH
WHY NOT TELL ME!
NO
YOU JUST PRETEND YOU DON'T CARe
YOU DON'T CARE THAT YOU CAN CEASE TO EXIST AT ANy MOMENT
RIIIIIIGHT
FUCK YOU
YOU AND EVERYTING YOU STAND FOR
WHICH IS LYINg
YOU LYING LIAR
I SHOULD MURDER YOU
well, no, i shoudln't
I don't like blood!
and it's wrong
everything's wrong
just do nothing instead
______--
There is nothing
_______________-
DATA IS A CULTURE OF ONE!
