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CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
and so at last this was all that was left and he wondered if it was finally the end for though it was the present he still felt like a long time had went by and he was in fact in the future and even though he was still chronologically young he could not imagine living for much long for surely his body must have learned by now that he was never going to put it to good use and was ready to shut down so he sat in front of the computer and shut his eyes and clicked F5 one last time not expecting to ever see the result for it was merely a symbolic gesture on his part and he was fully expecting to blink out of existence right then and there and how would he tell the different anyway but when he opened his eyes he saw his refreshed message board in front of him and he could tell he was still alive he supposed and maybe it meant something and was important and he still had a purpose and he laughed and laughed and laughed at that thought madly because he knew that wasn't true he had so much emperical evidence to tell him that that wasn't true and the only reason he still existed was simply that he hadn't died yet just like his cat who he could see sleeping on the sofa or the smallest most easily crushed insect nothing more nothing less no purpose and he knew that and he had known it again and again and knowing it each time had further hollowed out his mind and he was surprised there was still a part of him capabled of experiencing even an echo of the old hope and thinking the way he was thinking now and it seem that no matter how much he destroyed himself no matter how many hopes and old thought patterns died still the core version of him the version that wanted to live and wanted to hope would manage to regenerate itself somewhere find a new little place of his mind to live on in and he couldn't get rid of it he guessed not until death and it would be his companion he supposed and he didn't have any friends and never would but at least he had that he supposed and right now he just wanted to go to sleep so he did right then and there which was new for him since he usually went to bed or at least the sofa and when he woke there were new messages on his message board and he started robotically replying to them and it was funny because he couldn't remember having clicked F5

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I read the wall of text and I feel more alive than ever.
 
I want it on my gravestone.
 
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