CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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i think when i post threads like "no sexualit left" people odn't really belive it's literally true
and really can't blame them
and really it probably isnt#' exactly litterally true anyway and sometimes those threads just rfelect how i feel for a particular moment
but it is kind of truebut it's not like i dont dosgt
don't
dont' say you don't know
just explian
well i can't explain
but i do know
so isntead of syaing "don't know" i'll say "i can't explain"
an elegant solution!
it's like different
from how you thik of things
I think
yes
different
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cvutting
it's not translated right
it's ji
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feeling the opposite of what i should
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and knowing makes it worse
but i do kknow i
ic an't not know
because i think about everyhting
and i wonder even if my memories were erased
would i be able to start over and feel it right
probably not
i thik ti's all structured
over time
jdeveloped
like this
because it oculdn't go any other way
i think
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well that was worth typing
__________
have to get away now
make you forget what I just said
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WHO INVENTED FINGERS?:
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WHWY WHWYwd
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PLANETS
the universe
does it even make sense?
I mean really
it all came from nthing?
what the fuck?
that's islly!
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jkljkjjkjkl why does anything exist
gdiajiwha the fuck
and i won't even find out when i die
because i only exist because i'm alive!
__________________________________
HISS SAID MISTER SNAKE
NO SAID MISTER ANTI-SNAKE
THE END
______________________
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE ONE HUNDRED YEARS IN THE FUTURE WHEERE WE HAVE SPACESHIPS AND STUFF
_______________________-
He looked at his display shelf of model spaceships. He was proud of them.
Or was he just proud of how orderly the display was?
He sometimes wondered if he really like his ships. We he really interested in them? He knew the basics, how fast they could travel, their weaponary...he didn't really know much indepth though. The weaponary he found the least interesting part and only knew about it because he literally had to put the weapsons on when building the ships.
He thought back, as he often did, to how it all started. When he was young. When he wasn't really interested in anything. He pretened, sure, he prtended to be interested in the same things as all the other children. But he didn't really feelt it. He had panicked. He needed something. He need to be normal.
Another of his friends had made model spaceships. He hadn't hated this as much as he'd hated the other activities he'd tried. He bought a few models. He looked fitting them together. That felt kind of nice. He liked how some of them looked. The colours of a popular series.
He'd kept buying them and making them. He had wondered if this was how people really felt when they were interested in something. Were they all just pretending to? He wasn't totally pretending...he did like the colours, the shapes of some of them. Putting them together. But he'd look at discussion forums about them and feel lost. What were all these people talking about? All these details! And it turned out the ships he liked weren't as popular with the really serious collectors. How could that be?
He hadn't visited those discussion groups again.
He'd kept making his models. They DID look good, he decided. He looked closer at one. It was nice, the way...well, he couldn't really see what it was he liked when he looked this close. The individual parts meant nothing to him. Worse, he was deconstructing the whole in his mind when he analysed it like this. It was just a construction, put together, selected, to appeal to him. That appeal he'd developed over years after initially vaguely finding certain shapes and colours less off-putting than others.
Not for the first time he thought of destroying all his ships.
No, he couldn't. He'd made them all. They were his interest. And they did look so orderly on that shelf.
He went to bed.
______________________
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STONE COLD STEVE AUTISM?
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it's just hahaha
that' all there is to say
i think when i post threads like "no sexualit left" people odn't really belive it's literally true
and really can't blame them
and really it probably isnt#' exactly litterally true anyway and sometimes those threads just rfelect how i feel for a particular moment
but it is kind of truebut it's not like i dont dosgt
don't
dont' say you don't know
just explian
well i can't explain
but i do know
so isntead of syaing "don't know" i'll say "i can't explain"
an elegant solution!
it's like different
from how you thik of things
I think
yes
different
ihjgtrhjt
it just
jilf
gfjifg
gfhjii ligf
gfa
gjiogfi
_____________________
cvutting
it's not translated right
it's ji
clobgedg
feeling the opposite of what i should
itd'
and knowing makes it worse
but i do kknow i
ic an't not know
because i think about everyhting
and i wonder even if my memories were erased
would i be able to start over and feel it right
probably not
i thik ti's all structured
over time
jdeveloped
like this
because it oculdn't go any other way
i think
_______________________-----
gfsjklsjklhfish
sh
sdh
sdh
sh
fsjiphifsjiofhjiohji
jiasgjifji
fh
f
fhsd
fhd
sdh
dh
dh
h
well that was worth typing
__________
have to get away now
make you forget what I just said
______________--
fajsgdk
g
h
fd
h
h
______________-
WHO INVENTED FINGERS?:
fjladgjk
a
f
g WHO IS A CAT
das
g
sa
h
ah
WHWY WHWYwd
wWHWYw
wwHWWY
PLANETS
the universe
does it even make sense?
I mean really
it all came from nthing?
what the fuck?
that's islly!
djasljkg
jkljkjjkjkl why does anything exist
gdiajiwha the fuck
and i won't even find out when i die
because i only exist because i'm alive!
__________________________________
HISS SAID MISTER SNAKE
NO SAID MISTER ANTI-SNAKE
THE END
______________________
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE ONE HUNDRED YEARS IN THE FUTURE WHEERE WE HAVE SPACESHIPS AND STUFF
_______________________-
He looked at his display shelf of model spaceships. He was proud of them.
Or was he just proud of how orderly the display was?
He sometimes wondered if he really like his ships. We he really interested in them? He knew the basics, how fast they could travel, their weaponary...he didn't really know much indepth though. The weaponary he found the least interesting part and only knew about it because he literally had to put the weapsons on when building the ships.
He thought back, as he often did, to how it all started. When he was young. When he wasn't really interested in anything. He pretened, sure, he prtended to be interested in the same things as all the other children. But he didn't really feelt it. He had panicked. He needed something. He need to be normal.
Another of his friends had made model spaceships. He hadn't hated this as much as he'd hated the other activities he'd tried. He bought a few models. He looked fitting them together. That felt kind of nice. He liked how some of them looked. The colours of a popular series.
He'd kept buying them and making them. He had wondered if this was how people really felt when they were interested in something. Were they all just pretending to? He wasn't totally pretending...he did like the colours, the shapes of some of them. Putting them together. But he'd look at discussion forums about them and feel lost. What were all these people talking about? All these details! And it turned out the ships he liked weren't as popular with the really serious collectors. How could that be?
He hadn't visited those discussion groups again.
He'd kept making his models. They DID look good, he decided. He looked closer at one. It was nice, the way...well, he couldn't really see what it was he liked when he looked this close. The individual parts meant nothing to him. Worse, he was deconstructing the whole in his mind when he analysed it like this. It was just a construction, put together, selected, to appeal to him. That appeal he'd developed over years after initially vaguely finding certain shapes and colours less off-putting than others.
Not for the first time he thought of destroying all his ships.
No, he couldn't. He'd made them all. They were his interest. And they did look so orderly on that shelf.
He went to bed.
______________________
fs
ag
ah
sah
ah
a
fhjiopafjiaigh igf iftalifilgf l sociaofgilajklgfkjlt
ajiflsperfh
sdgfjiljilg skljkl autims
jfjkgf
jig asdotne cosf
g
STONE COLD STEVE AUTISM?
f
sa
gf
fh
gfuiigrjkljklkhahha
jigf
tr
it's just hahaha
that' all there is to say
