CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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could this be the last thing of the day ever
logically it could be
there will be a last thing of the day
it will be the same as any other thing of the day
if you did not know it was the last you would not think there were anything special about it
but after I disappear (becasue I've died) you will search out that last thing of the day
and you shall look for cluse
secret messages
hints that I knew the end was coming
a final philosophy from the mind of Thing Of The Day Author
you will be looking in vain
there is nothing to see
there is nothing
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Charlestgkhdslgh
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Charles Horse was dying. He could feel his brain die. Less and less oxygen was getting to it. He didn't know why. Was he not breathing properly? Was there somethign wrong with his blood? He didn't know. How could he know. He wasn't doctor. He was Charles Horse. He wasn't going to go to a doctor either. He was Charles Horse. He could feel little bubbles in his brain. It was parts of him dying, he knew. He was having a stroke or something. He could feel it in his foot too. Pulsing. He could feel it all over. And strangely he didn't care. Life was a temporary illusion anyway. No, not life. Self awareness. Life was nothing. Animals were alive and Charles Horse ate animals. He just knew he was alive, that was the only difference. He was that. He was a point of view. And he only existed sometimes. When he was awake. Right now. But right now his point of view was dying. He was always dying. Always popping in and out of existence. What difference would it make if he just disappeared forever? How would it be any different from falling asleep? He sat there, waiting to die. Everything he was was disappearing. Fading. Popping. Even the passage of time was gone. He could feel his death behind his eyes.
But he didn't die.
He never fucking died.
He was only alive because he hadn't died yet.
He could only be aware while he was alive.
He could only know he wasn't dead while he was alive.
He wouldn't know he was dead when he was dead.
Therefore he had to be alive to know.
Therefore he could only ever be alive, for as long as existence lasted.
The universe was contained within his lifespan.
Charles Horse laughed madly.
He understood now.
He remembered metal flowers on a school trip when he had been young.
He was still there.
He'd never been anywhere.
Nothing was everything.
He had lost his train of thought.
He sighed.
He'd though he'd had something there.
He really did.
But of course he hadn't.
There was nothing to get.
Ever.
Pop pop!
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Charles Horse ther elol
what a charcte
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hhg
bvrain isnothign
ntohign is nothign
fuciing dseoty desoty rkill kdigaslg
keep waking up into THIS
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it's not dneldess
i'ts really not
but the end isn't even a thing
you don't react to the end
you can only react to the lving
I should do something with my life
STARTING RIGHT NOW.....................
yeah
have a wank?
could this be the last thing of the day ever
logically it could be
there will be a last thing of the day
it will be the same as any other thing of the day
if you did not know it was the last you would not think there were anything special about it
but after I disappear (becasue I've died) you will search out that last thing of the day
and you shall look for cluse
secret messages
hints that I knew the end was coming
a final philosophy from the mind of Thing Of The Day Author
you will be looking in vain
there is nothing to see
there is nothing
____________
Charlestgkhdslgh
gh
____________
Charles Horse was dying. He could feel his brain die. Less and less oxygen was getting to it. He didn't know why. Was he not breathing properly? Was there somethign wrong with his blood? He didn't know. How could he know. He wasn't doctor. He was Charles Horse. He wasn't going to go to a doctor either. He was Charles Horse. He could feel little bubbles in his brain. It was parts of him dying, he knew. He was having a stroke or something. He could feel it in his foot too. Pulsing. He could feel it all over. And strangely he didn't care. Life was a temporary illusion anyway. No, not life. Self awareness. Life was nothing. Animals were alive and Charles Horse ate animals. He just knew he was alive, that was the only difference. He was that. He was a point of view. And he only existed sometimes. When he was awake. Right now. But right now his point of view was dying. He was always dying. Always popping in and out of existence. What difference would it make if he just disappeared forever? How would it be any different from falling asleep? He sat there, waiting to die. Everything he was was disappearing. Fading. Popping. Even the passage of time was gone. He could feel his death behind his eyes.
But he didn't die.
He never fucking died.
He was only alive because he hadn't died yet.
He could only be aware while he was alive.
He could only know he wasn't dead while he was alive.
He wouldn't know he was dead when he was dead.
Therefore he had to be alive to know.
Therefore he could only ever be alive, for as long as existence lasted.
The universe was contained within his lifespan.
Charles Horse laughed madly.
He understood now.
He remembered metal flowers on a school trip when he had been young.
He was still there.
He'd never been anywhere.
Nothing was everything.
He had lost his train of thought.
He sighed.
He'd though he'd had something there.
He really did.
But of course he hadn't.
There was nothing to get.
Ever.
Pop pop!
______________________________________________
Charles Horse ther elol
what a charcte
fdsb
hhg
bvrain isnothign
ntohign is nothign
fuciing dseoty desoty rkill kdigaslg
keep waking up into THIS
gdfjsaitgj
g
it's not dneldess
i'ts really not
but the end isn't even a thing
you don't react to the end
you can only react to the lving
I should do something with my life
STARTING RIGHT NOW.....................
yeah
have a wank?