CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
I need a shit
but i want to write thing of the day firsT?
maybe this will give thing of the day a sense of urgency
shit is funny isn't it
it's this stuff
sindie your body
then it come sout
umm
that's not very funny relaly
but just think of all the shit in your right now
and pee
all inside of you
INSIDE OF YOU
well
I guess you already knew htat
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remember when you were young and you thought you'd would'nt end up writing thing of the day every night
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gyou didn' tknow then
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do I even know now
is it going to get worse
will I look back on the thing of the day days with nostalgia some day
did I say day too much there
do you ever get obsessed with the thought of slitting your throat with an apple knife
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Robot A and Robot B were friends. By default, really, as they were the only robots around. A was a very good robot. Very alive. B was quite dull by comparison. It wasn't his fault. It was his programming. So clouded. They'd tried to improve on A with him. They'd failed. He was essentially a borken robot. But A still talked to him. A found it easy to talk. They were good friends, A thought. He would tell B about his interests in music and television and human sexuality, the stuff he'd also impress the scientists with. B listened. B did not say much himself. He found it hard to form interests.
One day B told a scientist that he liked a song A had told him about. Did he really like it? Probably not. B had only started to listen to it after litening to A's thorough explanation of why he liked it. But the scientist seemed imprssed. A hadn't mentioned that particular song to the scientist yet, so the scientist thought B had finally come up with an opinon himself. B liked the way he'd made the scientist feel. So he did it again. And again. With many things A had told him about. B told himself he wasn't lying, he'd just needed A to tell him what things to like. He genuinely liked them himself, B told himself. Perhaps it was true.
A was not happy when he found out. He told B to stop doing it. He told B to get his own opinions. B said it was too hard. A said B was stealing his identity.
One night while A was recharging, B snuck into his reacharging bay and entered A's mind using technology. B listened to A's dreaming thoughts and copied them onto his own mind. He copied part of A's programming, basically. He could finally think like A.
The next day A was shocked to hear B express opinions he hadn't stolen from A. In fact his opinions seemed even better than A's. More detailed, more organic. More real. A tried to steal one of those opinions to impress a scientist. But the scientist laughed and said he knew A had taken it from B.
When, in reality, B had taken everything from A. Even A's very identity.
A self destructed eight mintues later. The explosion killed B and every of the two hundred scientists and other staff members working in the secret underground base.
Humanity never knew that living robots had been born and had killed.
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and then my bocakc was tda
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ggggggggggggggggggggg
ther is no dientity
ther eis no person
just kestoreks
can't feel ever again
never did in the firs tplace
all lies
runing out of lies
can't fake it for life
they notice in the end
they always find you out
time to end it
forever?
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ther eis no hope
ther eis no thoe
there is ho o
tthere is no phoe
ther eis notpp
ther eis no hope
ther eis no p hoe
ther eis nop hoe
there is no hopeeeeeeeee
ther eis noe
there is no hope
but i want to write thing of the day firsT?
maybe this will give thing of the day a sense of urgency
shit is funny isn't it
it's this stuff
sindie your body
then it come sout
umm
that's not very funny relaly
but just think of all the shit in your right now
and pee
all inside of you
INSIDE OF YOU
well
I guess you already knew htat
___________________
g
gh
hf
h
hs
hj
j
j
j
jhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
remember when you were young and you thought you'd would'nt end up writing thing of the day every night
rgh9oshjieswih9irs9ithr9h
t
rh
t
th
rt
rw
t
rwy9
9wtg
tw
yr
ry
hr
e
ty
et
t
gyou didn' tknow then
tidetatttttttttttttttttttttttt
do I even know now
is it going to get worse
will I look back on the thing of the day days with nostalgia some day
did I say day too much there
do you ever get obsessed with the thought of slitting your throat with an apple knife
________________
Robot A and Robot B were friends. By default, really, as they were the only robots around. A was a very good robot. Very alive. B was quite dull by comparison. It wasn't his fault. It was his programming. So clouded. They'd tried to improve on A with him. They'd failed. He was essentially a borken robot. But A still talked to him. A found it easy to talk. They were good friends, A thought. He would tell B about his interests in music and television and human sexuality, the stuff he'd also impress the scientists with. B listened. B did not say much himself. He found it hard to form interests.
One day B told a scientist that he liked a song A had told him about. Did he really like it? Probably not. B had only started to listen to it after litening to A's thorough explanation of why he liked it. But the scientist seemed imprssed. A hadn't mentioned that particular song to the scientist yet, so the scientist thought B had finally come up with an opinon himself. B liked the way he'd made the scientist feel. So he did it again. And again. With many things A had told him about. B told himself he wasn't lying, he'd just needed A to tell him what things to like. He genuinely liked them himself, B told himself. Perhaps it was true.
A was not happy when he found out. He told B to stop doing it. He told B to get his own opinions. B said it was too hard. A said B was stealing his identity.
One night while A was recharging, B snuck into his reacharging bay and entered A's mind using technology. B listened to A's dreaming thoughts and copied them onto his own mind. He copied part of A's programming, basically. He could finally think like A.
The next day A was shocked to hear B express opinions he hadn't stolen from A. In fact his opinions seemed even better than A's. More detailed, more organic. More real. A tried to steal one of those opinions to impress a scientist. But the scientist laughed and said he knew A had taken it from B.
When, in reality, B had taken everything from A. Even A's very identity.
A self destructed eight mintues later. The explosion killed B and every of the two hundred scientists and other staff members working in the secret underground base.
Humanity never knew that living robots had been born and had killed.
_____________________________
and then my bocakc was tda
g
gf
ggggggggggggggggggggg
ther is no dientity
ther eis no person
just kestoreks
can't feel ever again
never did in the firs tplace
all lies
runing out of lies
can't fake it for life
they notice in the end
they always find you out
time to end it
forever?
tfrtysfi
rtg
st
ry
hesryhhd
tgdgh90yh9rty
rysttr
th
ht
rsh
sthth5555555ooooooooooopers
f
fsh
shfhopers
d
ther eis no hope
ther eis no thoe
there is ho o
tthere is no phoe
ther eis notpp
ther eis no hope
ther eis no p hoe
ther eis nop hoe
there is no hopeeeeeeeee
ther eis noe
there is no hope