CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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it's christmas time
there' sno need to be a bee
at christmas time
something something shade
and in your world of plenty
spread a little joy
buy some honey for a bee
at christmas time
BUT SAY A PRAYER
PRAY FOR THE OTHERKIN
IT'S NO FUN TO BE OTHERKIN AT CHRISTMAS
WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL TOTALLY HUMAN
AND MAYBE YOU'RE A ROBOT
AND YOU DON'T LIKE HAVING NIPPLES
BECAUSE THEY'RE JUST REALLY WEIRD
WELL TONIGHT THANK FUCK IT'S THEM INSTEAD OF YOU
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Charles Horse used to love Christmas a child. He would get so excited he couldn't sleep. He'd be hyper on Christmas morning. He wondered if he'd even gotten close to having a childhood heart attack because he'd been so excited. Probably not. But he'd been very very excited. It had almost been too much for him.
That was a long time again. He'd been a different Horse then. He was alone now. He'd always be alone.
He couldn't sleep for some reason. He had no reason to get up on Christmas morning. Nothing to get excited about. And yet he couldn't sleep. He sat up. He thought about all the happy people. People with young chldren. Maybe he'd break into their fucking houses and steal all their presents. Maybe he'd write a note reading "THERE IS NO FUCKING SANTA" and post it through all their doors. Maybe. He could. He found a notepad. YEAH. He'd do it! He'd write it down. He stopped himself. He wasn't going to do it. Obviously.
Maybe he'd go to sleep. It was possible. He'd done it before. He lay down again. Closed his eyes and evertyhing. Where was sleep? Where the fuck was it?
He was suddenly eating dinner with Satan and Satan told him he was doing a good job.
Oh, it had been a dream. He knew that because he was awake again. She he must have slept. But the clock was at the same time.
He heard a noise outside. Maybe it was Santa.
He laughed.
Hours later he woke up again. Or just came back into existence. He wasn't sure. The notepad was still sitting beside his bed. Something was written on it.
"ALL LIFE IS A CORRUPTION. THERE WAS NO LIFE FOR AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME. BEFORE THE BIG BANG THERE WAS NOTHING. AFTER THE UNIVERSE DIES THERE WILL BE NOTHING. OUR UNIVERSE'S NATURAL STATE IS TO BE NOTHING. OUR NATURAL STATE IS TO BE DEAD. THERE WILL BE NOTHING FOREVER. WE MUST BRING ABOUT THE NOTHING FASTER. WE MUST END ALL LIFE, EXTINGUISH ALL STARS. IT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. IT IS NATURE."
Charles eat the page.
He woke up again. Huh. How did he read that if it had been a dream? You can't read in dreams!
Satan had given him a great gift.
He woke up again and spat out a sheet of paper.
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ell that's thatabout it for the christmas special
hope you all have a good yuletide festival of sex
SEX
WTIH BEES
hope you all have sex
or something
new year
it will come
and it will b ethe same
always the same
until deaht
happy christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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g
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it's christmas time
there' sno need to be a bee
at christmas time
something something shade
and in your world of plenty
spread a little joy
buy some honey for a bee
at christmas time
BUT SAY A PRAYER
PRAY FOR THE OTHERKIN
IT'S NO FUN TO BE OTHERKIN AT CHRISTMAS
WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL TOTALLY HUMAN
AND MAYBE YOU'RE A ROBOT
AND YOU DON'T LIKE HAVING NIPPLES
BECAUSE THEY'RE JUST REALLY WEIRD
WELL TONIGHT THANK FUCK IT'S THEM INSTEAD OF YOU
_________________________________________________________________
Charles Horse used to love Christmas a child. He would get so excited he couldn't sleep. He'd be hyper on Christmas morning. He wondered if he'd even gotten close to having a childhood heart attack because he'd been so excited. Probably not. But he'd been very very excited. It had almost been too much for him.
That was a long time again. He'd been a different Horse then. He was alone now. He'd always be alone.
He couldn't sleep for some reason. He had no reason to get up on Christmas morning. Nothing to get excited about. And yet he couldn't sleep. He sat up. He thought about all the happy people. People with young chldren. Maybe he'd break into their fucking houses and steal all their presents. Maybe he'd write a note reading "THERE IS NO FUCKING SANTA" and post it through all their doors. Maybe. He could. He found a notepad. YEAH. He'd do it! He'd write it down. He stopped himself. He wasn't going to do it. Obviously.
Maybe he'd go to sleep. It was possible. He'd done it before. He lay down again. Closed his eyes and evertyhing. Where was sleep? Where the fuck was it?
He was suddenly eating dinner with Satan and Satan told him he was doing a good job.
Oh, it had been a dream. He knew that because he was awake again. She he must have slept. But the clock was at the same time.
He heard a noise outside. Maybe it was Santa.
He laughed.
Hours later he woke up again. Or just came back into existence. He wasn't sure. The notepad was still sitting beside his bed. Something was written on it.
"ALL LIFE IS A CORRUPTION. THERE WAS NO LIFE FOR AN INFINITE AMOUNT OF TIME. BEFORE THE BIG BANG THERE WAS NOTHING. AFTER THE UNIVERSE DIES THERE WILL BE NOTHING. OUR UNIVERSE'S NATURAL STATE IS TO BE NOTHING. OUR NATURAL STATE IS TO BE DEAD. THERE WILL BE NOTHING FOREVER. WE MUST BRING ABOUT THE NOTHING FASTER. WE MUST END ALL LIFE, EXTINGUISH ALL STARS. IT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. IT IS NATURE."
Charles eat the page.
He woke up again. Huh. How did he read that if it had been a dream? You can't read in dreams!
Satan had given him a great gift.
He woke up again and spat out a sheet of paper.
__________________________________________
ell that's thatabout it for the christmas special
hope you all have a good yuletide festival of sex
SEX
WTIH BEES
hope you all have sex
or something
new year
it will come
and it will b ethe same
always the same
until deaht
happy christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
