CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sf
big grey mind
not big
so fucking small
just this righ now
gggggggggg
ssssssssssssss
so msallf
lol
like a chicken
a chiken running about
th'at smy mind
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A FRANK HORSE STORY
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Frank Horse walked down the street. He was hoping there would be no one else. He didn't like seeing other people. Well, no, he didn't like other people seeing him. That was it. He walked fast, hoping to get it over with...people coming towars him. Two of them. Young? Old? He didn't know. Could he cross the street? He was still walking fast and getting closer. He shoulder have slowed down and crossed the street. But two cares were coming now. He couldn't just wait and cross, could he? What if they saw him waiting. They might notice him. He would just walk by them. Like a normal person would do.
He did it. They didn't even look at him. It was fine. He felt arush inside him but it was fine. He made it...more people. Fuck. So many. Like four of them. Young males. Oh shit. His ultimate nightmare, really. Well maybe a mix of young males and young females would be worse. Teenagers. He hated them. They would look at him...they did. One of them laugh, like a fucking cool bigshot. What the fuck. Who was he to laugh?: What was so funny?
Frank Horse thought of giving them a piece of his mind and just kept walked instead, of course.
He couldn't help looking like this. Why was it okay for them to laugh at him? It actually wasn't, was it? It was actually bad. Yet he was the creepy weirdo. He would always be judged more harshly than them. He would always be the outcast.
He didn't care he just wanted to go home he felt the rush all over his body now.
An old person with a stick fucking hell they were stumbling along slowly and he hadn't even noticed. They were right down the middle of the pavement. Why? Go to one side. Which side should he go to to avoid them? There was slightly more room on the left so he decided he would go left but he didn't just want to suddenly take a big step left, did he? But he did it...and noticed the old person had shuffled left too. Fuck's sake! He took two big steps to the right and passed them by...
He really couldn't help it.
He was a person he was this person.
AAAAAAARGH.
He thought about his friend he'd spoken to a few years ago who'd just told him to "act normal." What the fuck did that mean. He wasn't his friend anymore. Okay it had been more than a few years ago. It still made him angry he wanted to punch something.
Did they (it was an imagined they) think he was CHOOSING to be like this? Why would anyone choose to be like this? Would they tell a gay person to just "be straight" or a black person to just "be white"? NO. So why him? Why did people think it was okay to shit on Frank Horse?
He wanted to go home and go to bed so he did.
He lay in the bed trying to think of how he could act like a normal person.
Nothing came to mind.
He just started laughing instead.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA like that.
Frank Horse would just go on like this forever.
Well, until he died.
Which could be at any moment, he remembered.
He smiled at that.
That was something, at least.
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what a story!
a beginning, a middle and an end
all the parts!
I sure am glad I'm not Frank Horse!
aren't you glad!
he's silly!
he should just grow a normal brain in place of his Frank Horse brain of shit
The cunt
I HATE HIM
FUCKING STAB HIS LEGS
sorry
got crried tasfdgh
ggggggggggggggi'ts just frank horse makes me so mad the way he was born differently
CUNT
h
dsjh
aFUCK A BIRKC
EAT A TRICK
EAT ALL THE PEOPLE
EATE F
BITE BITE BIT BREIbf
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
r
t
__________________________
Mike Reaction there!
with his fictional reaction to Frank Horse ther!
don't woryr!
everythings' good and proper really!
eveyron'es anormal person
no one's strange
durp a durpidg
d
sg
no one's posting thingsof the day don't worry about it
just going to die anyway
sf
big grey mind
not big
so fucking small
just this righ now
gggggggggg
ssssssssssssss
so msallf
lol
like a chicken
a chiken running about
th'at smy mind
________________________
A FRANK HORSE STORY
_________________________
Frank Horse walked down the street. He was hoping there would be no one else. He didn't like seeing other people. Well, no, he didn't like other people seeing him. That was it. He walked fast, hoping to get it over with...people coming towars him. Two of them. Young? Old? He didn't know. Could he cross the street? He was still walking fast and getting closer. He shoulder have slowed down and crossed the street. But two cares were coming now. He couldn't just wait and cross, could he? What if they saw him waiting. They might notice him. He would just walk by them. Like a normal person would do.
He did it. They didn't even look at him. It was fine. He felt arush inside him but it was fine. He made it...more people. Fuck. So many. Like four of them. Young males. Oh shit. His ultimate nightmare, really. Well maybe a mix of young males and young females would be worse. Teenagers. He hated them. They would look at him...they did. One of them laugh, like a fucking cool bigshot. What the fuck. Who was he to laugh?: What was so funny?
Frank Horse thought of giving them a piece of his mind and just kept walked instead, of course.
He couldn't help looking like this. Why was it okay for them to laugh at him? It actually wasn't, was it? It was actually bad. Yet he was the creepy weirdo. He would always be judged more harshly than them. He would always be the outcast.
He didn't care he just wanted to go home he felt the rush all over his body now.
An old person with a stick fucking hell they were stumbling along slowly and he hadn't even noticed. They were right down the middle of the pavement. Why? Go to one side. Which side should he go to to avoid them? There was slightly more room on the left so he decided he would go left but he didn't just want to suddenly take a big step left, did he? But he did it...and noticed the old person had shuffled left too. Fuck's sake! He took two big steps to the right and passed them by...
He really couldn't help it.
He was a person he was this person.
AAAAAAARGH.
He thought about his friend he'd spoken to a few years ago who'd just told him to "act normal." What the fuck did that mean. He wasn't his friend anymore. Okay it had been more than a few years ago. It still made him angry he wanted to punch something.
Did they (it was an imagined they) think he was CHOOSING to be like this? Why would anyone choose to be like this? Would they tell a gay person to just "be straight" or a black person to just "be white"? NO. So why him? Why did people think it was okay to shit on Frank Horse?
He wanted to go home and go to bed so he did.
He lay in the bed trying to think of how he could act like a normal person.
Nothing came to mind.
He just started laughing instead.
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA like that.
Frank Horse would just go on like this forever.
Well, until he died.
Which could be at any moment, he remembered.
He smiled at that.
That was something, at least.
___________________
what a story!
a beginning, a middle and an end
all the parts!
I sure am glad I'm not Frank Horse!
aren't you glad!
he's silly!
he should just grow a normal brain in place of his Frank Horse brain of shit
The cunt
I HATE HIM
FUCKING STAB HIS LEGS
sorry
got crried tasfdgh
ggggggggggggggi'ts just frank horse makes me so mad the way he was born differently
CUNT
h
dsjh
aFUCK A BIRKC
EAT A TRICK
EAT ALL THE PEOPLE
EATE F
BITE BITE BIT BREIbf
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
r
t
__________________________
Mike Reaction there!
with his fictional reaction to Frank Horse ther!
don't woryr!
everythings' good and proper really!
eveyron'es anormal person
no one's strange
durp a durpidg
d
sg
no one's posting thingsof the day don't worry about it
just going to die anyway