CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
nothingness expands to fill an empty part of my mind
wait, what?
that's already nothinginess
this is oppressive nothingness
which doesn't allow any new thoughts to sprout in those areas
it eats them
destroys them utterly
AND I CAN FEEL IT
_____________________________
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#kILLMYSLEF
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rip my head open and see if there's anthing in there
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so i decide to stalk her and it wasn't even a decision at first i just found myself doing it but then there was a queasy feeling in my stomach like much worse than ever and i knew i was stalking her but still there was enough fuzziness enough deadened neurons in my brain for me not to fully feel the panic so it was good in a way that i was brain damaged because it allowed me to stalk her
so i stalked her. it wasn't that good. i couldn't seem to get close enough to smell her. she was walking fast, maybe she knew she was being stalking lol. i hurried up. i felt out of breath. fuck, what's the point of stalking if it exhausts you? But i started to gain on her. Yeah, was going to smell her soon. Fucking sniff her fucking hair. Hahaha.
i bottled it.
held back. she didn't even look round. she was at her house. i didn't want to walk by in case she saw. i turned. i was going to walk home...
teenagers. coming my way. but like eighteen/nineteen. drunk. rowdy. three male, two female. holy shit i could feel the horror all over my face. shit shit shit. they were looking at me.
"Aye, what the fuck are you?" one said.
"DURP, DURP, DRUP," said another, leaning into my face as I walked by, pulling his head back and forther in front of me. "DURP."
then one hooked my foot with his and i fell. i actually fell onto the pavement.
"HOW WAS YOUR TRIP?" shouted one of the girls. the other looked a bit nervous but laughed because the others were laughing. they were standing around me.
"going to get up, want a hand?" asked one of the boys. "come on, take my hand, I'm sorry for tripping ya." He reached out...I didn't want to take it, but he wasn't going to let me up unless I did. I reached for it...he pulled it away and i fell back on my ass. of course.
"HEY, GET AWAY FROM HIM," I heard a man shouting. There was a man...and the girl. The girl I'd stalked. Holy shit. He must have been her father or something. He was rescuing me. SHE was rescuing me.
The youths were kind of backing away, but trying to save face.
"Only having a laugh, so we were," the leader said.
"You okay?" the girl of my dreams' father asked me.
"Yes," I said. "Yes."
"Do you want to come inside, phone someone? Phone the police if you want?" I looked at the girl, briefly. She looked concerned. Concerned for me. I could go inside her house. I could ask to use the bathroom and sneaked into her bedroom and steal one of her bras...
"no, i'm okay," i said, as i had known i would. "just want to go home." i tried to take one last look at the perfect girl but she had gone back into her house.
"Okay, if you're sure," said her father. i didn't even say thanks, just turned and walked away, the direction of home...a minute or so later i saw the five youths again, hanging about in front of a hosue. i stopped and started to cry. i headed down another path. wasn't sure where i'd end up. just kept walking, wanted to get far away.
finally knew where i was. had to get home. had to get home. sleeep. better than this.
i had a dream where i was having a normal conversation with dream girl, but then hitler shot her from a speedboat. the bastard.
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AAAaaaaaaag
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that's not even a true story
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which collction of letters
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and numbrs
3*(bgHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii
best describes my emotional state?
3ghYYYYYYYYyyy
oh wait
t4jH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAah
I have no emotions
wait, what?
that's already nothinginess
this is oppressive nothingness
which doesn't allow any new thoughts to sprout in those areas
it eats them
destroys them utterly
AND I CAN FEEL IT
_____________________________
what
w
whathwt
at
w
ahwhat
what
nver quite forms
s
gwhat
what
what
what
never quit forms
what
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what
what
whawt
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NEVER QUIT EFORMS
what
whwat
WHAT
WHASwt
WHAWT
WHAT
SUTH UP SHUT never quit forms
what
whwat
what
AAAAAH
#kILLMYSLEF
What wh
what
what
never quite forms
___________________________________
rip my head open and see if there's anthing in there
___________________________________________
so i decide to stalk her and it wasn't even a decision at first i just found myself doing it but then there was a queasy feeling in my stomach like much worse than ever and i knew i was stalking her but still there was enough fuzziness enough deadened neurons in my brain for me not to fully feel the panic so it was good in a way that i was brain damaged because it allowed me to stalk her
so i stalked her. it wasn't that good. i couldn't seem to get close enough to smell her. she was walking fast, maybe she knew she was being stalking lol. i hurried up. i felt out of breath. fuck, what's the point of stalking if it exhausts you? But i started to gain on her. Yeah, was going to smell her soon. Fucking sniff her fucking hair. Hahaha.
i bottled it.
held back. she didn't even look round. she was at her house. i didn't want to walk by in case she saw. i turned. i was going to walk home...
teenagers. coming my way. but like eighteen/nineteen. drunk. rowdy. three male, two female. holy shit i could feel the horror all over my face. shit shit shit. they were looking at me.
"Aye, what the fuck are you?" one said.
"DURP, DURP, DRUP," said another, leaning into my face as I walked by, pulling his head back and forther in front of me. "DURP."
then one hooked my foot with his and i fell. i actually fell onto the pavement.
"HOW WAS YOUR TRIP?" shouted one of the girls. the other looked a bit nervous but laughed because the others were laughing. they were standing around me.
"going to get up, want a hand?" asked one of the boys. "come on, take my hand, I'm sorry for tripping ya." He reached out...I didn't want to take it, but he wasn't going to let me up unless I did. I reached for it...he pulled it away and i fell back on my ass. of course.
"HEY, GET AWAY FROM HIM," I heard a man shouting. There was a man...and the girl. The girl I'd stalked. Holy shit. He must have been her father or something. He was rescuing me. SHE was rescuing me.
The youths were kind of backing away, but trying to save face.
"Only having a laugh, so we were," the leader said.
"You okay?" the girl of my dreams' father asked me.
"Yes," I said. "Yes."
"Do you want to come inside, phone someone? Phone the police if you want?" I looked at the girl, briefly. She looked concerned. Concerned for me. I could go inside her house. I could ask to use the bathroom and sneaked into her bedroom and steal one of her bras...
"no, i'm okay," i said, as i had known i would. "just want to go home." i tried to take one last look at the perfect girl but she had gone back into her house.
"Okay, if you're sure," said her father. i didn't even say thanks, just turned and walked away, the direction of home...a minute or so later i saw the five youths again, hanging about in front of a hosue. i stopped and started to cry. i headed down another path. wasn't sure where i'd end up. just kept walking, wanted to get far away.
finally knew where i was. had to get home. had to get home. sleeep. better than this.
i had a dream where i was having a normal conversation with dream girl, but then hitler shot her from a speedboat. the bastard.
____________________________________
AAAaaaaaaag
gggggggggg 9
that's not even a true story
g
"££333
gBBBBBBBBBBbbbb
i
I WONER
£*(JJJJJJJJJJJJJjj
which collction of letters
t43eFRGGGGGGGGGGGGGgg
and numbrs
3*(bgHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIii
best describes my emotional state?
3ghYYYYYYYYyyy
oh wait
t4jH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAah
I have no emotions