CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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you see
all those days I haven't done things of the day
because i couldn't even be bothered
THOSE were the true things of the day
the ones that don't exist
because I don't exist
so go back and read them
instead of this
okay
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YOU'RE READING THIS
YOUR'E FUCKING READIN THIS
THAT MAKES YOU WROSE THAN ME
YO CUNT
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HAHAHAHAH
NO
I DOIDN'T MEANT IT
COME BAK
YOU'RE MY ONLY TREINDS
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JUST REMEMBER I'LL NEVER CHANGE OR GROW IN ANYWYAY EVER
I'LL JUST GET WORSE IF ANYTHING
WORSE AND WORSE
DEAL WITH IT
YOU STUCK UP CUNT
FUCK YOU
I DON'T NEED YOU
I'LL INGORE YOU FOR EIGHT MONTHS
NOOOOOOO
I NEED YOU
COME BACK
Y
YOU SHOULD BE ASKING WHER EI AM MORE THAN THE FOUR TIMES YOU DID
PLELASE
I NEED YOU
HAHAHAHAHA
ONLY JOKING YOU CUNT
HAHAHAA
NOOOOO
I NEED YOU
HAHAHA
NOW YOU'RE BACK AND I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
NOTHING
NOTHING
IN
MY HEAD
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THE POPE IS ODL
__________________]
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT JIMMINY BRICK
IT IS WRITTEN BY JIMMINY BRICK
__________________
He was going to tell them all how he felt, Brick decided.
He decided to write it down first to make it easier.
"There's a thickness in my head, a retardation, a void of nothingness, and it's getting bigger and it's smothering anything I once was. It's always been there but it's worse now. I was most alive when I was a child. I had a chance then...I was free. In my head. It's hard to explain. I can feel this thing physically, even though it's not actually physical...or maybe it is? Maybe it's a tumour eating away at me? Nah. Not that. It's just...my shitty brain. FUCK."
He ripped up the piece of paper. He laughed insanely. He could feel it, in his head. It was so big now. So thick. Nothing was happening to him. He waved his hand in front of his face. It wasn't like seeing, not the way real people do. It couldn't be. There was so little of him left. He opened the window.
"It's like a thickness there...theres' a thickness in my head, retarded...RETARDATION. A VOID OF NOTHINGNESS! BIGGER AND BIGGER...HELLO. PAY ATTENTION. Children are alive. I like children. NOT IN THAT WAY. HAHAHA. MAYBE I DO! HO HO HO! NOT REALLY! PHYSICALLY GETTING BIGGER...THE THING IN MY HEAD IS...NOT MY COCK! BRAIN TUMOUR!"
The police didn't even give him a warning, they just looked at him oddly, asked his mother to call the doctor again, and left.
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jigfoiogr-
gf
dgruiiogrhiogtuio
t
yt
tyopy
typing
typeint
t
tyos
gfd
gf
you see
all those days I haven't done things of the day
because i couldn't even be bothered
THOSE were the true things of the day
the ones that don't exist
because I don't exist
so go back and read them
instead of this
okay
gf
asd
gds
h
ghgg
k
hp
what to type
gf
asg
g
d
g
h
h
a
AHAHAHHAHAA
hAHHHA
AH
H
A
AH
AH
Aah
YOU'RE READING THIS
YOUR'E FUCKING READIN THIS
THAT MAKES YOU WROSE THAN ME
YO CUNT
AS
G
HAHAHAHAH
NO
I DOIDN'T MEANT IT
COME BAK
YOU'RE MY ONLY TREINDS
DFAJSGKA
G
A
A
AHAHHAA
JUST REMEMBER I'LL NEVER CHANGE OR GROW IN ANYWYAY EVER
I'LL JUST GET WORSE IF ANYTHING
WORSE AND WORSE
DEAL WITH IT
YOU STUCK UP CUNT
FUCK YOU
I DON'T NEED YOU
I'LL INGORE YOU FOR EIGHT MONTHS
NOOOOOOO
I NEED YOU
COME BACK
Y
YOU SHOULD BE ASKING WHER EI AM MORE THAN THE FOUR TIMES YOU DID
PLELASE
I NEED YOU
HAHAHAHAHA
ONLY JOKING YOU CUNT
HAHAHAA
NOOOOO
I NEED YOU
HAHAHA
NOW YOU'RE BACK AND I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY
NOTHING
NOTHING
IN
MY HEAD
gf
sdgf
sd
gdfhjsrkjgkl
opopoopooppoppopopp
THE POPE IS ODL
__________________]
THIS IS A STORY ABOUT JIMMINY BRICK
IT IS WRITTEN BY JIMMINY BRICK
__________________
He was going to tell them all how he felt, Brick decided.
He decided to write it down first to make it easier.
"There's a thickness in my head, a retardation, a void of nothingness, and it's getting bigger and it's smothering anything I once was. It's always been there but it's worse now. I was most alive when I was a child. I had a chance then...I was free. In my head. It's hard to explain. I can feel this thing physically, even though it's not actually physical...or maybe it is? Maybe it's a tumour eating away at me? Nah. Not that. It's just...my shitty brain. FUCK."
He ripped up the piece of paper. He laughed insanely. He could feel it, in his head. It was so big now. So thick. Nothing was happening to him. He waved his hand in front of his face. It wasn't like seeing, not the way real people do. It couldn't be. There was so little of him left. He opened the window.
"It's like a thickness there...theres' a thickness in my head, retarded...RETARDATION. A VOID OF NOTHINGNESS! BIGGER AND BIGGER...HELLO. PAY ATTENTION. Children are alive. I like children. NOT IN THAT WAY. HAHAHA. MAYBE I DO! HO HO HO! NOT REALLY! PHYSICALLY GETTING BIGGER...THE THING IN MY HEAD IS...NOT MY COCK! BRAIN TUMOUR!"
The police didn't even give him a warning, they just looked at him oddly, asked his mother to call the doctor again, and left.
______________________________---
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