CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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this is
this is life
these are my brain pattersn
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are my brain patterns
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is that worth saving
if i dind't have a sense of awareness there would be nothing
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just bitys of meat
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just kill me lfol
hitler jews
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sgggh
AND IT HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET
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sussenly I feel more alive
BUT IT'S JUST A NOOP STICKLE
LOLLOLOLLOOL
WHASSUP
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MISTER KKENENEDdd
HITLERLRY EJWS DOGS AND APEs
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FUUuuuuuuuuuuckk
Noirin is fit
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poop and shit
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__________________________
When mister Barry Chimp was a hundred and nine years old he wondered if he would ever die.
"Oh God, will I ever die?" he asked God. God did not reply, of course, as there is no such thing. Barry kept listening though. Maybe the only reason he couldn't hear God was because his faith was being tested.
Then again, he'd never heard God when he was young either. Not once.
Or maybe he had and he'd just forgotten about it because he was going senile.
Yeah, that must be it.
God was out there!
He waited.
He couldn't die until something happened.
He'd been waiting one hundred and nine years for something to happen.
Something.
Anything.
Fuck.
Don't swear.
That word sounded stranged in his mind.
"Fuck."
Was that a real word?
"Fuck."
Shit.
Shit was a word.
Surely.
He tried to move.
Couldn't.
Maybe he had died.
Not yet!
So much to...haha.
He couldn't die before...what was it?
God?
There had been something before that.
Hope.
Proper hope, in having a proper life.
He'd replaced that hope with God.
Damn.
Fuck.
Yeah that was a word.
Fuck fuck fuck.
There was nothing.
There. Was. Nothing.
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this is
this is life
these are my brain pattersn
going fffffffffffff
f
ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
ffffffffffffffffffffffffff
are my brain patterns
fffffffffffffffff
f
lofl
)Fffffffffffffffff
fffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
is that worth saving
if i dind't have a sense of awareness there would be nothing
ffffffffffffffffffffff
zoom
fffffffffff
just bitys of meat
g
just kill me lfol
hitler jews
f
sgggh
AND IT HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET
g
ggg
gf
g
sussenly I feel more alive
BUT IT'S JUST A NOOP STICKLE
LOLLOLOLLOOL
WHASSUP
f
f
gf
g
g
g
MISTER KKENENEDdd
HITLERLRY EJWS DOGS AND APEs
g
g
g
uuuuuuuuuuuuu
FUUuuuuuuuuuuckk
Noirin is fit
g
g
g
h
j
h
hj
j
nj
j
j
j
j
poop and shit
g
__________________________
When mister Barry Chimp was a hundred and nine years old he wondered if he would ever die.
"Oh God, will I ever die?" he asked God. God did not reply, of course, as there is no such thing. Barry kept listening though. Maybe the only reason he couldn't hear God was because his faith was being tested.
Then again, he'd never heard God when he was young either. Not once.
Or maybe he had and he'd just forgotten about it because he was going senile.
Yeah, that must be it.
God was out there!
He waited.
He couldn't die until something happened.
He'd been waiting one hundred and nine years for something to happen.
Something.
Anything.
Fuck.
Don't swear.
That word sounded stranged in his mind.
"Fuck."
Was that a real word?
"Fuck."
Shit.
Shit was a word.
Surely.
He tried to move.
Couldn't.
Maybe he had died.
Not yet!
So much to...haha.
He couldn't die before...what was it?
God?
There had been something before that.
Hope.
Proper hope, in having a proper life.
He'd replaced that hope with God.
Damn.
Fuck.
Yeah that was a word.
Fuck fuck fuck.
There was nothing.
There. Was. Nothing.