CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
brain is just the smallest scrap
just the smallest scrap of life
not even a spark
a grain of rice
that's me
existing no it's gone
building on it
growing a new me
no it's gone too
can't hold on
just have the memories
but i'm not memories
I don't live in memories
memories aren't what really happened
they're my interpretation of what happened
repeated to myself again and again
repeated to different versions of myself that is
i'm just the latest in a long line
carrying on
for what/
no purpose
just human
it's evolution
we're just animals but we know it and we think about it and write thing of the day about it
try to pretend we don't just live and die
of course we just live and fucking die
we're just born to grow up and have children of our own
some of us will never do that
due to random mutations leaving us an freaks
so all we have left is thinking
we think and think and wear our little brains away
hollow them out again and again
and we keep waking up
and think there's hope
confused stupid hope
in the fog
in the soup
in the fucking dry chicken brains
but there's nothing
so you realise that
and then you repeat the process again
because it's what you are
you can't be anything else
you can't make the grain of rice bigger
well you can sometimes to some extent
but so what
it's still a grain of rice
it's still a bubble that will burst
soyou write a story about a horse
man
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Charles Horse wished he could drive so he could run over people with his car. He'd have to have a car for this to work too. He'd have to be able to drive and have a car. Then he could just run people over. So many people. All run over. Old and young, chilldren and adults. He's spare literally no one. Maybe it was just a passing thought. He didn't usually think about murdering people. But he was thinking about it right now. If he had a car right now he'd fucking murder as many people as he could. Because what was the point in NOT murdering people? That was Charles Horse's logic. He had nothing left in his life, lying in his bed staring at the ceiling thinking of nothing. At least if he went on a killing spree he'd be showing the rest of the world how he felt. Running them all the fuck down. Hahaha. He didn't get an erection thinking about it. He wished he did. Maybe he wasn't evil at all. What had he been thinking? Running people over in a car? That was horrible! Even children? No! How could he do that. He imagined himself just standing there being Charles Horse then someone running him over in a car. He'd hate that! He shudddered.
But what about stabbing people?
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Ha! Charles Horse there. Alway sgood for a lugh
laugh
LAUGH
I hate laughing
it's a lie
it makes you feel good
ther'es nothing to feel good about!
THAT'S FUCKING EMO
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ghf
bdhf
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hA
random keystabs there
always good for a wnak
wa nwk
did you ever think the time would come wher eyou can't even find a context to wank over anymore?
never
and yet
everything's so grey and rflat
nothing's real
what do 3D people ven look like
nothing
g
rg
huuhu
bbvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
bricks bricks bricks rbifek brick ei
all buitl out of bricks
that meant nothing
i was just typing bricks
and then i said all buitl out of bricks
it symolises nothing
______________
fffffffffffffffff
9999999op
oiiijii
not
going
to
type
anything
else
just the smallest scrap of life
not even a spark
a grain of rice
that's me
existing no it's gone
building on it
growing a new me
no it's gone too
can't hold on
just have the memories
but i'm not memories
I don't live in memories
memories aren't what really happened
they're my interpretation of what happened
repeated to myself again and again
repeated to different versions of myself that is
i'm just the latest in a long line
carrying on
for what/
no purpose
just human
it's evolution
we're just animals but we know it and we think about it and write thing of the day about it
try to pretend we don't just live and die
of course we just live and fucking die
we're just born to grow up and have children of our own
some of us will never do that
due to random mutations leaving us an freaks
so all we have left is thinking
we think and think and wear our little brains away
hollow them out again and again
and we keep waking up
and think there's hope
confused stupid hope
in the fog
in the soup
in the fucking dry chicken brains
but there's nothing
so you realise that
and then you repeat the process again
because it's what you are
you can't be anything else
you can't make the grain of rice bigger
well you can sometimes to some extent
but so what
it's still a grain of rice
it's still a bubble that will burst
soyou write a story about a horse
man
)fffffffffffffffff
_____________
Charles Horse wished he could drive so he could run over people with his car. He'd have to have a car for this to work too. He'd have to be able to drive and have a car. Then he could just run people over. So many people. All run over. Old and young, chilldren and adults. He's spare literally no one. Maybe it was just a passing thought. He didn't usually think about murdering people. But he was thinking about it right now. If he had a car right now he'd fucking murder as many people as he could. Because what was the point in NOT murdering people? That was Charles Horse's logic. He had nothing left in his life, lying in his bed staring at the ceiling thinking of nothing. At least if he went on a killing spree he'd be showing the rest of the world how he felt. Running them all the fuck down. Hahaha. He didn't get an erection thinking about it. He wished he did. Maybe he wasn't evil at all. What had he been thinking? Running people over in a car? That was horrible! Even children? No! How could he do that. He imagined himself just standing there being Charles Horse then someone running him over in a car. He'd hate that! He shudddered.
But what about stabbing people?
_______________
Ha! Charles Horse there. Alway sgood for a lugh
laugh
LAUGH
I hate laughing
it's a lie
it makes you feel good
ther'es nothing to feel good about!
THAT'S FUCKING EMO
________
fd
s
ga
ghf
bdhf
f
f
f
g
gggg_
g
___________
hA
random keystabs there
always good for a wnak
wa nwk
did you ever think the time would come wher eyou can't even find a context to wank over anymore?
never
and yet
everything's so grey and rflat
nothing's real
what do 3D people ven look like
nothing
g
rg
huuhu
bbvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
bricks bricks bricks rbifek brick ei
all buitl out of bricks
that meant nothing
i was just typing bricks
and then i said all buitl out of bricks
it symolises nothing
______________
fffffffffffffffff
9999999op
oiiijii
not
going
to
type
anything
else