CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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there's no much in me now
not enoguht o fill a thing of the adyssss
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NOT EVEN ENOUGH TO YPR RANDOM WORds
it's funyyhh
how my words sd
how my TYPINg is getting worse
(keep missing keys, you'd think I'd know whwere they are by now)
and how I'm thinking less and less in wrods
(what do I think in then?)
I just don't ttake them in
wordssdg
dtas in one ear out the other!
sdgL:dfs
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she always lied, always fucking lied, but he didn't care, he liked her, she talked to him and he didn't even have to say anything, didn't have to make an effort, but she made him want to make an effort, so cute, that nose, he wanted to bite her nose, sometimes he'd just stare at her nose thinking about biting it and completely ignoring whatever she was saying, he tried to draw a picture of her nose but it was of poor quality, sometimes he listened, of course, she was really quite imaginiative, the stories she told, they usually involved her killing someone and at firstthis disturbed him a little, but he got used to it, he adjusted, as you do, became less, she'd tell him again and again calmly that she'd killed people but escaped justice by jumping her consicousness into another body, he asked it was she still looked the same to him and, quick as a flash, she'd say love had blinded him, so smart, so cute, so delicious in the nose, but she wouldn't let him kiss him, didn't like to be touched she said, which should have pleased him because he'd always thought that he didn't like to be touched himself though a small part of him thought that was just something he told himself because he was never going to be touched anyway, but he really did want to touch her, not just to bite her nose, just to huge her, but everytime she pulled back, and he was annoyed and one day he didn't show up for their meeting, he was tired that day, had stayed up until 5am reading about Lost on the internet, and he was annoyed at her because he wanted to touch her so and her stories hand't been as good lately, as though she wasn't making the effort, so he didn't show, but then the next day he did and she wasn't there, how childish he thought, tit for tat, what a baby, not showing just because he didn't shwo the previous day, to punish him, so the day after that he didn't show again, then the next day she didn't show, so he carried on like this, until a few weeks later he finally did show on a day he wasn't supposed to show, because he wanted to see her again, and her nose, so desperately and he couldn't even remember the reason he'd been angry with her, but she didn't show, not that day, not the next, not for the next month, he went every day but she wasn't there, and he cried at night, knowing he had no way to contact her, and he still goes, two years later he still goes, hoping one day, and once he thought he saw her as he arrived, but when he got there it was antoher girl who smiled at him, which was odd, and walked away and he thought maybe, just maybe, it was her, but with her consciousness in another body and maybe the stories had been true all along, but that would mean she was a murderer and surely the murders would have been reported on the news come to think of it, but he wanted to believe it was her in another boyd and she had smiled, so he rejected the murder part it was sill, and he embraced the new body part, because he liked that somehow, because it meant that every girl he ever saw could be her
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fsg
gf
gf
gdg
there's no much in me now
not enoguht o fill a thing of the adyssss
sd
ad
g
gf
has hahahaaha
a
a
Hahahaha
NOT EVEN ENOUGH TO YPR RANDOM WORds
it's funyyhh
how my words sd
how my TYPINg is getting worse
(keep missing keys, you'd think I'd know whwere they are by now)
and how I'm thinking less and less in wrods
(what do I think in then?)
I just don't ttake them in
wordssdg
dtas in one ear out the other!
sdgL:dfs
f________________--
she always lied, always fucking lied, but he didn't care, he liked her, she talked to him and he didn't even have to say anything, didn't have to make an effort, but she made him want to make an effort, so cute, that nose, he wanted to bite her nose, sometimes he'd just stare at her nose thinking about biting it and completely ignoring whatever she was saying, he tried to draw a picture of her nose but it was of poor quality, sometimes he listened, of course, she was really quite imaginiative, the stories she told, they usually involved her killing someone and at firstthis disturbed him a little, but he got used to it, he adjusted, as you do, became less, she'd tell him again and again calmly that she'd killed people but escaped justice by jumping her consicousness into another body, he asked it was she still looked the same to him and, quick as a flash, she'd say love had blinded him, so smart, so cute, so delicious in the nose, but she wouldn't let him kiss him, didn't like to be touched she said, which should have pleased him because he'd always thought that he didn't like to be touched himself though a small part of him thought that was just something he told himself because he was never going to be touched anyway, but he really did want to touch her, not just to bite her nose, just to huge her, but everytime she pulled back, and he was annoyed and one day he didn't show up for their meeting, he was tired that day, had stayed up until 5am reading about Lost on the internet, and he was annoyed at her because he wanted to touch her so and her stories hand't been as good lately, as though she wasn't making the effort, so he didn't show, but then the next day he did and she wasn't there, how childish he thought, tit for tat, what a baby, not showing just because he didn't shwo the previous day, to punish him, so the day after that he didn't show again, then the next day she didn't show, so he carried on like this, until a few weeks later he finally did show on a day he wasn't supposed to show, because he wanted to see her again, and her nose, so desperately and he couldn't even remember the reason he'd been angry with her, but she didn't show, not that day, not the next, not for the next month, he went every day but she wasn't there, and he cried at night, knowing he had no way to contact her, and he still goes, two years later he still goes, hoping one day, and once he thought he saw her as he arrived, but when he got there it was antoher girl who smiled at him, which was odd, and walked away and he thought maybe, just maybe, it was her, but with her consciousness in another body and maybe the stories had been true all along, but that would mean she was a murderer and surely the murders would have been reported on the news come to think of it, but he wanted to believe it was her in another boyd and she had smiled, so he rejected the murder part it was sill, and he embraced the new body part, because he liked that somehow, because it meant that every girl he ever saw could be her
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