CaptainWacky
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MAYBE I NEED JESUS IN MY LIFE
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the feeling stupid people get when they think they have Jesus in their life
that's what I neeD!!!
then I'll be able to do anything!!!!!!!!1!!
even talk to that girl I like!!!!!!
gosh golly she's so pretty!!!!!!!!1
i want ask her to the prom!!!!!11
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what
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I never will be
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OH SHUT UP WACKY Y
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there is a secret meaning meaning behind all those lettesr
DRAMATIC REVELAATION MUSCI
MONTHS OF SPECULATING ON THE ITENRET
but I'm not going to reveal it becaue it's not a question the characters care about
SORRY1
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right that's quite enough of that
I like Natalie Portman
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THE FOLLOWING IS A JIMMINY BRICK STORY. IT IS A ABOUT JIMMINY BRICK.
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He is four years old. He is very happy. He knows he'll be starting school in six months, but that is such a long time away. It will never come. He is playing with toy cars. He is happy. He smiles.
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He was ten years old, it was playtime at school. He did not play football like many of the other boys. He wasn't good at it. He didn't play any other games either, really. He was walking around with his two friends. They were talking to each other. He was just kind of there. He felt something for a moment. Like he didn't know where he was. But he saw his friends. He was with them. Stick with them. Things would get better. He'd grow up and he'd fit in then.
They were talking to girls. He didn't know why. One of the girls was smiling. It looked like an unnatural smile. He didn't like it. What did she have to be so happy about? Why would she be smiling that wide? No one else did. Even the other girl, while happy, wasn't smiling like that. It wasn't right. He was standing right in front of her and she was smiling like that right in his face.
"Do you ever stop smiling?" he asked.
She just kept smiling.
He punched her in the face.
He didn't know why. It didn't feel real.
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He is sixteen. He is in his bedroom masturbating furiously. He wonders if this is how it's supposed to feel. He starts thinking about his friend Chris. It feels good, suddenly. But Chris is a boy. He feels scared, suddenly. Think about girls. The memory of punching that girl in the face when he was ten comes back, and looking at the teacher's cleavage when she was questioning him about it. The girl had told, but he'd got away with it by saying he was provoked. It was a complete and utter lie. He hadn't cared. He'd felt powerful. Now he was enjoying the wank more than ever, but it wasn't thinking about the teacher's breasts, really, or his male friends even...it was the feeling of power.
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He is Twenty two. He is alone. He didn't know what to do after school. He dropped out of collage. His only friend, who he hasn't talk to in six months, is sending him a message on MSN asking how he is. He does not know what to say. He does not know how he is. He does not know what he is. At least he can masturbate. An old image of some woman's cleavage comes to him. He shuts the MSN window. He feels powerful doing this. He laughs madly, as a joke. He's not crazy. He wanks like mad.
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He is twenty eight. He can't get an erection anymore. He laughs crazily. It's not a joke. He is alone in his bedroom. He's always alone. He doesn't want to talk to his internet friends. He has nothing to say. Ever. He tries to remember when he was last happy and things made sense. He was four, wasn't he? At home. He hadn't started school. He was happy. He almost feels like he is there. Playing with toy cars. He can feel them in his hands. How is he doing that?
He can't keep the thought. His mind is too cloudly.
He goes to sleep.
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He is thirty three. He is lying in bed eating his pillow case. He wonders why it's called a "pillow case". It sounds stupid. It's not a case! Wait, it is. That makes sense.
He doesn't have thoughts or memories anymore. He wonders what has happened to him. He isn't wondering as hard as he used to.
He is getting smaller, that's it. His awareness, the part of him that is him, is getting so small that soon it will have disappeared.
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He is thirty seven. He is just sitting there, in hospital. He can't answer the questions they are asking him. He will never get better. He will never go home again.
He sees one of the nurses smiling and it reminds him of when he was ten. He is standing in front of a girl. It feels real. He is scared. He punches her.
Ah, that's why he punched her. He travelled back in time to his ten year old self. Of course.
He stands up and punches the nurse.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
_____________________________________________
JI(MMINTY BRICK!!!
MAYBE I NEED JESUS IN MY LIFE
sdgasg
ah
ah
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
h
b
gh
g
OR
OR MIND YOU
OR
gf
g
OR I WAS SAYING OR
the feeling stupid people get when they think they have Jesus in their life
that's what I neeD!!!
then I'll be able to do anything!!!!!!!!1!!
even talk to that girl I like!!!!!!
gosh golly she's so pretty!!!!!!!!1
i want ask her to the prom!!!!!11
wait
what
gf
sf
ggh
gh
h
h
h
HEhyRs
gh
hfs
h
gf
I was eilgjk
g
s
I was
yes
I was
not now
was
I was
I was
I was
I was
I was
I never will be
f
g
dh
dhhhhh
OH SHUT UP WACKY Y
f
d
h
h
fg
shf
shf
s
there is a secret meaning meaning behind all those lettesr
DRAMATIC REVELAATION MUSCI
MONTHS OF SPECULATING ON THE ITENRET
but I'm not going to reveal it becaue it's not a question the characters care about
SORRY1
gf
h
HAHAH
h
a
hj
a
hf
a
fh
a
h
ad
fh
adfh
ad
ghko[
right that's quite enough of that
I like Natalie Portman
________________________________
THE FOLLOWING IS A JIMMINY BRICK STORY. IT IS A ABOUT JIMMINY BRICK.
________________________________
He is four years old. He is very happy. He knows he'll be starting school in six months, but that is such a long time away. It will never come. He is playing with toy cars. He is happy. He smiles.
__________________________________________
He was ten years old, it was playtime at school. He did not play football like many of the other boys. He wasn't good at it. He didn't play any other games either, really. He was walking around with his two friends. They were talking to each other. He was just kind of there. He felt something for a moment. Like he didn't know where he was. But he saw his friends. He was with them. Stick with them. Things would get better. He'd grow up and he'd fit in then.
They were talking to girls. He didn't know why. One of the girls was smiling. It looked like an unnatural smile. He didn't like it. What did she have to be so happy about? Why would she be smiling that wide? No one else did. Even the other girl, while happy, wasn't smiling like that. It wasn't right. He was standing right in front of her and she was smiling like that right in his face.
"Do you ever stop smiling?" he asked.
She just kept smiling.
He punched her in the face.
He didn't know why. It didn't feel real.
______________________
He is sixteen. He is in his bedroom masturbating furiously. He wonders if this is how it's supposed to feel. He starts thinking about his friend Chris. It feels good, suddenly. But Chris is a boy. He feels scared, suddenly. Think about girls. The memory of punching that girl in the face when he was ten comes back, and looking at the teacher's cleavage when she was questioning him about it. The girl had told, but he'd got away with it by saying he was provoked. It was a complete and utter lie. He hadn't cared. He'd felt powerful. Now he was enjoying the wank more than ever, but it wasn't thinking about the teacher's breasts, really, or his male friends even...it was the feeling of power.
_________________________
He is Twenty two. He is alone. He didn't know what to do after school. He dropped out of collage. His only friend, who he hasn't talk to in six months, is sending him a message on MSN asking how he is. He does not know what to say. He does not know how he is. He does not know what he is. At least he can masturbate. An old image of some woman's cleavage comes to him. He shuts the MSN window. He feels powerful doing this. He laughs madly, as a joke. He's not crazy. He wanks like mad.
___________________________
He is twenty eight. He can't get an erection anymore. He laughs crazily. It's not a joke. He is alone in his bedroom. He's always alone. He doesn't want to talk to his internet friends. He has nothing to say. Ever. He tries to remember when he was last happy and things made sense. He was four, wasn't he? At home. He hadn't started school. He was happy. He almost feels like he is there. Playing with toy cars. He can feel them in his hands. How is he doing that?
He can't keep the thought. His mind is too cloudly.
He goes to sleep.
________________________________-
He is thirty three. He is lying in bed eating his pillow case. He wonders why it's called a "pillow case". It sounds stupid. It's not a case! Wait, it is. That makes sense.
He doesn't have thoughts or memories anymore. He wonders what has happened to him. He isn't wondering as hard as he used to.
He is getting smaller, that's it. His awareness, the part of him that is him, is getting so small that soon it will have disappeared.
__________________________________-
He is thirty seven. He is just sitting there, in hospital. He can't answer the questions they are asking him. He will never get better. He will never go home again.
He sees one of the nurses smiling and it reminds him of when he was ten. He is standing in front of a girl. It feels real. He is scared. He punches her.
Ah, that's why he punched her. He travelled back in time to his ten year old self. Of course.
He stands up and punches the nurse.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
_____________________________________________
JI(MMINTY BRICK!!!
