CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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A CHARLES HORSE STORY
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Charles Horse tried to write.
It was hard.
How could you write a story if there was nothing in your head?
Nothing but hamburger meat.
So what could he write about?
You write about what you know.
He didn't know anything.
And now he had to pee.
He made his way up the stairs in the dark, carefully...
Then he realised what he could write about...
__________________
I have lived here for thirty years.
You konw when you walk up and down the same stairs for thirty years?
You learn how they feel.
You remember where they are.
You know without thinking which stair you're on.
You don't have to think about them.
And yet...
Lately...
I've been stumbling.
I get near the top and I don't know how many stairs there are left.
I think I'm at the top and I trip over the top stair because I'm just stepping forward instead of stepping up.
Or worse...
I'm at the top and I don't know it.
And I step up...onto air.
And come thudding down.
I feel so dumb.
Yeah.
That's how I know I'm losing it.
That's how I know my brain is dying.
I don't know my own stairs anymore.
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Charles Horse was happy with this story.
It had a beginning, a middle and an end.
He began laughing madly.
He wans't happy at all!
It wasn't even a story!
He was just a stupid shit who couldn't even get going up the stairs right!
The cunt!
He decided to kill himself then and there.
But how?
___________________
SUICIDE METHODS: WAIT UNTIL YOU DIE OF NATURAL CAUSES.
NO OTHER METHODS FOUNd.
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Damn
he'd just hav eot wait
the cunt
the kettle
this ins't charlez horse anymore
this is teh write
he's back
writer
wacky guy
you kmow him
he's written a lot of things on a lot of days
THAT GUY
you can take a Charles Horse to water bu tyou can't make him
umm
thought I was going somewhere with that
guess not
sorry
why is there words appearing on this screen
who is creating them
is it me?
who is asking is it me?
who is asking who is asking it me?
infinite regression lol
where did it all begin
EXPLAIN THE BIG BANg, SCINEITSITS
LOL
THERE WAS NOTHING AND TI EXPLODED?
DURR
YOU EXPECT US TO SWALLOW THAT
IT WAS OBVIOSULY GOD
GOD WIL AMEK EVERYTHING OKAY
WITH HIS BIG FAT COCK
OF COCKCs
BEFORE GOD CAME INTO MY LFIE I MISSED HIMS O BAD
WAIT
I DON'T BELIEV EIN GOD NEVER MIND
OR ANYtHING
DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN THING O THE DAY
I'm JUST TYPING WORDS
WORDS AWRE WIND
GOOD OLD GRRM
WELL HE'S OLD AYONE
WANYWYA
I'm MORE WORRIE DAOBUT ME DYING BEFVORE THE BOOKS ARE FINISHED THEN AI AM ABOUT HIM DYING
FINISHED THE FUCKING BOOKS GEROGE
YOU BETTER
OR I'LLL HUNT YOU DOWN
AND EAT YOUR SOCKS
AND THEN YOUR FEET WILL BE COLD
TAKE THAT
WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT AGAIN?
OH YEAH, HITLER
DO YOU THINK HITLER EVER THOUGHT "HEY, WAIT, I'm PRETTY EVIL!"
DID HE EVER DOUBT HIS WAYS?
OR WAS HITLER BETTER THaN ME
IN THaT HE DIND'T THINK ABOUT CRAP
BU TI CAN'T THINK ABOUT REAL THINGS
SO ALL I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IS CRPA
THE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE EXPAND TO FILL THE SPACE AVAIABLE IN YOUR BRAIN
THERE'S A LOT OF SPACE?
WELL NO
IT FEELS QUITE TIGHT IN HERE
BUT THERE's NOT MANY THOUHTS
na THEY JUST REPAT AND REPAT NA DINFIINTE REGRESSION AGAIN
THERE IS NO BEGINNING THER EIS NO END
WELL OKAY THERE IS AN END
IT AHS'nT Come yet
because these words still exist
but it will
and it'll maek no difference
it'll be nothing
no bang
no cocks
nothing
just jutstgs
t
jusutjusts
tjtst
okay
end the joke
show me the real reality
right now
you show me
or i'll eat your soul
wait now i don't believ ein souls
i'll umm
what
lol
what the fuck am I
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_______________
A CHARLES HORSE STORY
__________________
Charles Horse tried to write.
It was hard.
How could you write a story if there was nothing in your head?
Nothing but hamburger meat.
So what could he write about?
You write about what you know.
He didn't know anything.
And now he had to pee.
He made his way up the stairs in the dark, carefully...
Then he realised what he could write about...
__________________
I have lived here for thirty years.
You konw when you walk up and down the same stairs for thirty years?
You learn how they feel.
You remember where they are.
You know without thinking which stair you're on.
You don't have to think about them.
And yet...
Lately...
I've been stumbling.
I get near the top and I don't know how many stairs there are left.
I think I'm at the top and I trip over the top stair because I'm just stepping forward instead of stepping up.
Or worse...
I'm at the top and I don't know it.
And I step up...onto air.
And come thudding down.
I feel so dumb.
Yeah.
That's how I know I'm losing it.
That's how I know my brain is dying.
I don't know my own stairs anymore.
_____________________________________________________________
Charles Horse was happy with this story.
It had a beginning, a middle and an end.
He began laughing madly.
He wans't happy at all!
It wasn't even a story!
He was just a stupid shit who couldn't even get going up the stairs right!
The cunt!
He decided to kill himself then and there.
But how?
___________________
SUICIDE METHODS: WAIT UNTIL YOU DIE OF NATURAL CAUSES.
NO OTHER METHODS FOUNd.
____________________________
Damn
he'd just hav eot wait
the cunt
the kettle
this ins't charlez horse anymore
this is teh write
he's back
writer
wacky guy
you kmow him
he's written a lot of things on a lot of days
THAT GUY
you can take a Charles Horse to water bu tyou can't make him
umm
thought I was going somewhere with that
guess not
sorry
why is there words appearing on this screen
who is creating them
is it me?
who is asking is it me?
who is asking who is asking it me?
infinite regression lol
where did it all begin
EXPLAIN THE BIG BANg, SCINEITSITS
LOL
THERE WAS NOTHING AND TI EXPLODED?
DURR
YOU EXPECT US TO SWALLOW THAT
IT WAS OBVIOSULY GOD
GOD WIL AMEK EVERYTHING OKAY
WITH HIS BIG FAT COCK
OF COCKCs
BEFORE GOD CAME INTO MY LFIE I MISSED HIMS O BAD
WAIT
I DON'T BELIEV EIN GOD NEVER MIND
OR ANYtHING
DON'T EVEN BELIEVE IN THING O THE DAY
I'm JUST TYPING WORDS
WORDS AWRE WIND
GOOD OLD GRRM
WELL HE'S OLD AYONE
WANYWYA
I'm MORE WORRIE DAOBUT ME DYING BEFVORE THE BOOKS ARE FINISHED THEN AI AM ABOUT HIM DYING
FINISHED THE FUCKING BOOKS GEROGE
YOU BETTER
OR I'LLL HUNT YOU DOWN
AND EAT YOUR SOCKS
AND THEN YOUR FEET WILL BE COLD
TAKE THAT
WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT AGAIN?
OH YEAH, HITLER
DO YOU THINK HITLER EVER THOUGHT "HEY, WAIT, I'm PRETTY EVIL!"
DID HE EVER DOUBT HIS WAYS?
OR WAS HITLER BETTER THaN ME
IN THaT HE DIND'T THINK ABOUT CRAP
BU TI CAN'T THINK ABOUT REAL THINGS
SO ALL I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IS CRPA
THE THOUGHTS YOU HAVE EXPAND TO FILL THE SPACE AVAIABLE IN YOUR BRAIN
THERE'S A LOT OF SPACE?
WELL NO
IT FEELS QUITE TIGHT IN HERE
BUT THERE's NOT MANY THOUHTS
na THEY JUST REPAT AND REPAT NA DINFIINTE REGRESSION AGAIN
THERE IS NO BEGINNING THER EIS NO END
WELL OKAY THERE IS AN END
IT AHS'nT Come yet
because these words still exist
but it will
and it'll maek no difference
it'll be nothing
no bang
no cocks
nothing
just jutstgs
t
jusutjusts
tjtst
okay
end the joke
show me the real reality
right now
you show me
or i'll eat your soul
wait now i don't believ ein souls
i'll umm
what
lol
what the fuck am I