CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
birthday
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Charles Horse decided to write a story about his birthday. He felt old.
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A CHILD IN AFRICA was sitting staring into a pool of MUDDY WATER. Flies were buzzing around his head. He was hungry. He remembered it was his birthday, fleetingly.
He didn't care because he was fucking living in a living Hell so what the fuck do you have to complain about, Charles Horse.
THE END
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Charles Horse realised that it wasn't much of a story. He wondered what people in Africa were really like. He had wanted to shame himself for feeling old by doing a "FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS" type thing. But really what was Africa like? It was a pretty big place.
He started to type "what is it actually like in Africa" into Google but then noticed his chat friend was online.
Horse: Hi.
KandyFloss Hi how r u?
Horse: It's my birthday.
KandyFloss: omg i am so happy for u that you can have been born this day please let me show u something on my cam
Horse: I'm 33. I feel really old. It's the kind of age you never imagine getting to when you're young.
KandyFloss: u r not old let me show u something on the cam i just need your credit card numbers then you get the birthday special
Horse: I'm not in the mood today. I just want to talk.
KandyFloss: hun i need to get paid
Horse: How about I pay you to talk to me?
Horse: Hello? You still therE?
KandyFloss: I have 2 go by talk to me when u want to see something on cam xoxo
He sighed.
He looked at the four birthday cards. None of them refelcted his true personality.
What was his true personality though? Online? Where he just copied and pasted opinions from other places and passed them off as his own?
Who was the real Charles Horse?
We he too old now to ever find out? Did your personality still develop at this edge/ He didn't think so. He never really thought anything new or change now. He rmembered being young where he would change and learned every day. And even then still not as much as all the other children around him.
He'd missed his chance to cultivate a personality. He should have done it when his brain was young and growing. Even if he couldn't think like everyone else, compared to how he was NOW he'd been...alive.
But it was all too late.
He was nothing.
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CHARLES HORSE THERE
WHAT A FUN FCITONAL FUCK HE WAS
WHOOP DOO
HAHAHA
I'm GLAD I'm NOT THTA GUY
HAHAHAa
I'm GALD HE DOENS't REPORESNET THINGS REALLY GOING ON IN MY BRAIN IN ANYWAY
HAOOPPA HAA
HAHAHA
I'mSO HAPPY
THIS IS GREAT MY LIFE THAT I'M LIVING RIGH TNOW
NOT LIKE THAT HORSE LOSER!
HAHA
WHOOPITY FUCKSTIANS
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what's the point in anything?
why are we in stupid flesh bodies
in
we ARE stupid flehs bodies
brains
fucking die
your heart jus tstop beating lol
it's
oh
it's been done before
nothing new like I said
i mean like charles horse said
that guy
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there is nothing
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Charles Horse decided to write a story about his birthday. He felt old.
_____________
A CHILD IN AFRICA was sitting staring into a pool of MUDDY WATER. Flies were buzzing around his head. He was hungry. He remembered it was his birthday, fleetingly.
He didn't care because he was fucking living in a living Hell so what the fuck do you have to complain about, Charles Horse.
THE END
____________________
Charles Horse realised that it wasn't much of a story. He wondered what people in Africa were really like. He had wanted to shame himself for feeling old by doing a "FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS" type thing. But really what was Africa like? It was a pretty big place.
He started to type "what is it actually like in Africa" into Google but then noticed his chat friend was online.
Horse: Hi.
KandyFloss Hi how r u?
Horse: It's my birthday.
KandyFloss: omg i am so happy for u that you can have been born this day please let me show u something on my cam
Horse: I'm 33. I feel really old. It's the kind of age you never imagine getting to when you're young.
KandyFloss: u r not old let me show u something on the cam i just need your credit card numbers then you get the birthday special
Horse: I'm not in the mood today. I just want to talk.
KandyFloss: hun i need to get paid
Horse: How about I pay you to talk to me?
Horse: Hello? You still therE?
KandyFloss: I have 2 go by talk to me when u want to see something on cam xoxo
He sighed.
He looked at the four birthday cards. None of them refelcted his true personality.
What was his true personality though? Online? Where he just copied and pasted opinions from other places and passed them off as his own?
Who was the real Charles Horse?
We he too old now to ever find out? Did your personality still develop at this edge/ He didn't think so. He never really thought anything new or change now. He rmembered being young where he would change and learned every day. And even then still not as much as all the other children around him.
He'd missed his chance to cultivate a personality. He should have done it when his brain was young and growing. Even if he couldn't think like everyone else, compared to how he was NOW he'd been...alive.
But it was all too late.
He was nothing.
_____________________________
CHARLES HORSE THERE
WHAT A FUN FCITONAL FUCK HE WAS
WHOOP DOO
HAHAHA
I'm GLAD I'm NOT THTA GUY
HAHAHAa
I'm GALD HE DOENS't REPORESNET THINGS REALLY GOING ON IN MY BRAIN IN ANYWAY
HAOOPPA HAA
HAHAHA
I'mSO HAPPY
THIS IS GREAT MY LIFE THAT I'M LIVING RIGH TNOW
NOT LIKE THAT HORSE LOSER!
HAHA
WHOOPITY FUCKSTIANS
___________
what's the point in anything?
why are we in stupid flesh bodies
in
we ARE stupid flehs bodies
brains
fucking die
your heart jus tstop beating lol
it's
oh
it's been done before
nothing new like I said
i mean like charles horse said
that guy
_____________
there is nothing
