CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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start with some keys held down
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because isn't life just a key held down?
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aren't our brain pattersn just no they're not
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This is a Charles Horse story and a Charles Horse state of mind
all of the following words were written by Charles Horse and have no resemblence to reality
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He was walking down the streets. It was too hot. He hated it when it was too hot. He already didn't feel well. He'd been worrying about things. The future. The past. He'd noticed what year it was. Not good. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't have anything to do. Life was just passing by. And he couldn't handle it. He wanted to sleep forever.
It was so hot he was sweating. He didn't want people looking at him sweating. There were always more people outside when it was hot. Fucking people. He was panicking about seeing people but there weren't any.
He felt like he needed to shit but he'd tried before he'd left the house and nothing had come out.
Everything was bad. He had to make it stop.
"Let it go, LET IT GO!" he suddenly thought to himself. He couldn't remember any of the other words from that song. But he liked that part. And it seemed to help! Suddenly he wasn't thinking of the bad stuff anymore.
"Let it Go, LET IT GOOOOO!" Yeah! This song from a children's movie was really helping him.
"Let it go, LET IT GO..." Oh. He was singing it out loud.
And he'd just walked by the shirtless man smashing rocks in his driveway. And the man was laughing.
It wasn't that he was a big muscular man. He was quite fat. But he was manly. He was the opposite of Charles Horse. A fucking real man. Smashing fucking rocks like a manly fucking masculine man would do. He wouldn't care if people saw him sweating. He'd fucking love it.
Charles Horse felt his stomach rumbling. He was definitely going to shit...
"Let it go, let it go..." he said softly to himself as he hurried in the direction of home. But then he realised that he didn't want his bowels to let it go...
Stop thinking just let it go...
He was home he ran up the stairs to the toilet and sat down.
Nothing came.
He sighed.
"Let it go, let it go..." he sang sadly to himself.
He'd have to find out the rest of the words some day.
Eventually he felt something come out. He'd shat.
He'd feel better now.
Right?
He went and lay on bed. Thoguhts kept running through his head. He wasn't even thinking them, they were just there, playing out, repeating.
"DON'T JUST LIE THERE GET UP AND DO SOMETHINg."
"KILL YOURSELF KILLETH THINE SELF FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!"
"Let it go..." he tried.
He kept repeating it.
He hoped he'd fall asleep soon.
Why couldn't he fall asleep?
He was panicking about being able to sleep during the day.
His stomach rumbled.
He ran to the bathroom.
He did a full shit this time. A long one. It had been buried inside him.
But he'd let it go.
He smiled.
Everything was okay now.
Everything was going to be okay.
He laughed hysterically at that.
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that horse!
start with some keys held down
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
because isn't life just a key held down?
fffffffffffffffffffffffff
aren't our brain pattersn just no they're not
t
h
hhaha
g
j
______________________
This is a Charles Horse story and a Charles Horse state of mind
all of the following words were written by Charles Horse and have no resemblence to reality
________________________
He was walking down the streets. It was too hot. He hated it when it was too hot. He already didn't feel well. He'd been worrying about things. The future. The past. He'd noticed what year it was. Not good. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't have anything to do. Life was just passing by. And he couldn't handle it. He wanted to sleep forever.
It was so hot he was sweating. He didn't want people looking at him sweating. There were always more people outside when it was hot. Fucking people. He was panicking about seeing people but there weren't any.
He felt like he needed to shit but he'd tried before he'd left the house and nothing had come out.
Everything was bad. He had to make it stop.
"Let it go, LET IT GO!" he suddenly thought to himself. He couldn't remember any of the other words from that song. But he liked that part. And it seemed to help! Suddenly he wasn't thinking of the bad stuff anymore.
"Let it Go, LET IT GOOOOO!" Yeah! This song from a children's movie was really helping him.
"Let it go, LET IT GO..." Oh. He was singing it out loud.
And he'd just walked by the shirtless man smashing rocks in his driveway. And the man was laughing.
It wasn't that he was a big muscular man. He was quite fat. But he was manly. He was the opposite of Charles Horse. A fucking real man. Smashing fucking rocks like a manly fucking masculine man would do. He wouldn't care if people saw him sweating. He'd fucking love it.
Charles Horse felt his stomach rumbling. He was definitely going to shit...
"Let it go, let it go..." he said softly to himself as he hurried in the direction of home. But then he realised that he didn't want his bowels to let it go...
Stop thinking just let it go...
He was home he ran up the stairs to the toilet and sat down.
Nothing came.
He sighed.
"Let it go, let it go..." he sang sadly to himself.
He'd have to find out the rest of the words some day.
Eventually he felt something come out. He'd shat.
He'd feel better now.
Right?
He went and lay on bed. Thoguhts kept running through his head. He wasn't even thinking them, they were just there, playing out, repeating.
"DON'T JUST LIE THERE GET UP AND DO SOMETHINg."
"KILL YOURSELF KILLETH THINE SELF FUCKING KILL YOURSELF!"
"Let it go..." he tried.
He kept repeating it.
He hoped he'd fall asleep soon.
Why couldn't he fall asleep?
He was panicking about being able to sleep during the day.
His stomach rumbled.
He ran to the bathroom.
He did a full shit this time. A long one. It had been buried inside him.
But he'd let it go.
He smiled.
Everything was okay now.
Everything was going to be okay.
He laughed hysterically at that.
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that horse!