CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
NOTE: no thing through time or pope terrible
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Harry Sniffer, ten years on.
He was lonely.
He was eating a big bag of Cheesy Poofs.
He liked them, so why not?
What did health matter?
Everyone dies anyway. Healthy people die. It's a con. Staying healthy is a con.
These Cheesy Poofs didn't smell so that was good.
Probably because they were cheap, made out of chemicals.
Not the proper handcut crisps he'd have sometimes. They smelled. He wanted to stay away from smells and just eat for a while. Taste.
He had never told anyone about his smelling problem. He tried to put it out of his mind. Sometimes he forgot about it. But then it would come up in an odd way. It wouldn't seem odd to him. But it would to other people.
And he could still taste her shit sometimes when he masturbated.
Still, he'd never ate it. He'd never gone that far. He'd pulled away.
He'd tried to be normal.
And had it helped?
HAD IT FUCK.
He'd resisted smelling girls, resisted saying werid things to them, but still he'd never had a girlfriend.
Never.
And he never would.
And it angered him.
And he'd go on line and he's see all the support offered to people and at first he thought that was good. Marginalised people. Minorities. Lesbians, gays, bisexual, transgendered, all that. All the stuff about feminism, racism. That was great. FOR THEM. But what about him. Because he's a white male heterosexual aged 18 to 35 life is great? NO.
Where was the support for Harry Sniffer?
Mental heatlh support forums? Those people were insane. He didn't belong there.
No matter how much his social worker tried to push him.
And he grew to hate the other minorities and all their fucking support.
No one was willing to make a Youtube video about the sexual desire to sniff the shit of women, were they.
Because it wasn't trendy.
He loathed the marginalised as much as he loathed the oppressors.
And yeah, maybe when that woman social worker (who'd "mysteriously" got assigned to a new job and never saw Harry again after their second visit) had visited he might have told her - when she asked if she could use the bathroom - that the toilet flush didn't work properly and just to leave it and he'd flush it. He might have done this hoping she'd do a shit and he could smell it after she had gone.
But he was in a dark mood that day.
And the flush really was kind of tricky.
And she'd only done a pee anyway.
But so what?
Why should he pretend?
Shouldn't his differences be celebrated like the rest?
He had to find someone else like him.
Surely there was someone.
He'd noticed the guy across the road.
Charles Horse.
He was an odd one.
He'd seen a social worker (he was sure he could tell them on sight) visit charles Horse.
Perhaps they could be friends.
Perhaps they coudl team up and...what?
Kill people?
He could make Charles Horse do the killing.
Just sit back and enjoy it.
But this was just a dark mood.
He would never actually do this.
Which made him feel even more pathetic.
He decided to post hate at women online.
That always made him feel better.
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ha!
what a character!
so yeah
don't worry this is CaptainWacky again now
it's that time
of night
when I say
"goodnight"
bet you're happy about it!
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Harry Sniffer, ten years on.
He was lonely.
He was eating a big bag of Cheesy Poofs.
He liked them, so why not?
What did health matter?
Everyone dies anyway. Healthy people die. It's a con. Staying healthy is a con.
These Cheesy Poofs didn't smell so that was good.
Probably because they were cheap, made out of chemicals.
Not the proper handcut crisps he'd have sometimes. They smelled. He wanted to stay away from smells and just eat for a while. Taste.
He had never told anyone about his smelling problem. He tried to put it out of his mind. Sometimes he forgot about it. But then it would come up in an odd way. It wouldn't seem odd to him. But it would to other people.
And he could still taste her shit sometimes when he masturbated.
Still, he'd never ate it. He'd never gone that far. He'd pulled away.
He'd tried to be normal.
And had it helped?
HAD IT FUCK.
He'd resisted smelling girls, resisted saying werid things to them, but still he'd never had a girlfriend.
Never.
And he never would.
And it angered him.
And he'd go on line and he's see all the support offered to people and at first he thought that was good. Marginalised people. Minorities. Lesbians, gays, bisexual, transgendered, all that. All the stuff about feminism, racism. That was great. FOR THEM. But what about him. Because he's a white male heterosexual aged 18 to 35 life is great? NO.
Where was the support for Harry Sniffer?
Mental heatlh support forums? Those people were insane. He didn't belong there.
No matter how much his social worker tried to push him.
And he grew to hate the other minorities and all their fucking support.
No one was willing to make a Youtube video about the sexual desire to sniff the shit of women, were they.
Because it wasn't trendy.
He loathed the marginalised as much as he loathed the oppressors.
And yeah, maybe when that woman social worker (who'd "mysteriously" got assigned to a new job and never saw Harry again after their second visit) had visited he might have told her - when she asked if she could use the bathroom - that the toilet flush didn't work properly and just to leave it and he'd flush it. He might have done this hoping she'd do a shit and he could smell it after she had gone.
But he was in a dark mood that day.
And the flush really was kind of tricky.
And she'd only done a pee anyway.
But so what?
Why should he pretend?
Shouldn't his differences be celebrated like the rest?
He had to find someone else like him.
Surely there was someone.
He'd noticed the guy across the road.
Charles Horse.
He was an odd one.
He'd seen a social worker (he was sure he could tell them on sight) visit charles Horse.
Perhaps they could be friends.
Perhaps they coudl team up and...what?
Kill people?
He could make Charles Horse do the killing.
Just sit back and enjoy it.
But this was just a dark mood.
He would never actually do this.
Which made him feel even more pathetic.
He decided to post hate at women online.
That always made him feel better.
_____________________________
ha!
what a character!
so yeah
don't worry this is CaptainWacky again now
it's that time
of night
when I say
"goodnight"
bet you're happy about it!