CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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hold down those keys
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He knew something was wrong with his brain.
He just couldn't think right anymore. It was like part of him was thinking.
He remembered being able to think better than this. Vaguely. Memories were disappearing too.
He felt like part of him had been burned out.
He felt everything getting slower, but also faster. His thoughts were slower. Things entered his brain slower. But everything was moving about him so much faster. He couldn't keep up. He couldn't think.
He thought something was growing in his skull, eating his brain from the inside. He was convinced of it.
Sometimes he just didnt think any thoughts at all for days. When he tried to think nothing new would come. It felt like nothing. He felt like nothing.
He kept touching his forehead trying to feel his thoughts.
He went to the doctor.
The doctor listened to him tell all. He was obviously just humouring him. The doctor want to do some tests.
Eventually he got a brain scan.
He heard the doctor who did the brain scan gasping.
"This is...like nothing we've ever seen before. Your...behind your eyes. The bone? It's grown. It's grown into your brain. There's a big bone where part of your brain should be. Right up in your forehead where you kept touching it even. You...you should be dead. And that's not all. Further back...your brain has turned to sand. Or there's sand where your brain should be, we don't really know. And...there's empty spots. Like your brain has been hollowed out from the inside. There's melted cheese in there too. We don't know how any of this is possible...you only have 4% of a brain left. You can't possibly exist. And yet..."
He turned and ran away. He ran and ran and he felt himself being torn apart, like the air was ripping pieces off him. He was split in so many pieces. Yet he was still thinking, somehow. He couldn't see or hear. They collected all the pieces of him and mushed them back together. He was mush in a vat now.
He couldn't make himself go away. He had no thoughts, no memories, but he existed, in a sack of meat. Even after they burned his body down he was still there.
He would be there forever.
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foever
jfg
forever
life is forever
it's the only thing that exists
nothing before it, nothing after it
the totality of existence is your fucking life
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hold down those keys
thatmeans soething
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______________________________________
He knew something was wrong with his brain.
He just couldn't think right anymore. It was like part of him was thinking.
He remembered being able to think better than this. Vaguely. Memories were disappearing too.
He felt like part of him had been burned out.
He felt everything getting slower, but also faster. His thoughts were slower. Things entered his brain slower. But everything was moving about him so much faster. He couldn't keep up. He couldn't think.
He thought something was growing in his skull, eating his brain from the inside. He was convinced of it.
Sometimes he just didnt think any thoughts at all for days. When he tried to think nothing new would come. It felt like nothing. He felt like nothing.
He kept touching his forehead trying to feel his thoughts.
He went to the doctor.
The doctor listened to him tell all. He was obviously just humouring him. The doctor want to do some tests.
Eventually he got a brain scan.
He heard the doctor who did the brain scan gasping.
"This is...like nothing we've ever seen before. Your...behind your eyes. The bone? It's grown. It's grown into your brain. There's a big bone where part of your brain should be. Right up in your forehead where you kept touching it even. You...you should be dead. And that's not all. Further back...your brain has turned to sand. Or there's sand where your brain should be, we don't really know. And...there's empty spots. Like your brain has been hollowed out from the inside. There's melted cheese in there too. We don't know how any of this is possible...you only have 4% of a brain left. You can't possibly exist. And yet..."
He turned and ran away. He ran and ran and he felt himself being torn apart, like the air was ripping pieces off him. He was split in so many pieces. Yet he was still thinking, somehow. He couldn't see or hear. They collected all the pieces of him and mushed them back together. He was mush in a vat now.
He couldn't make himself go away. He had no thoughts, no memories, but he existed, in a sack of meat. Even after they burned his body down he was still there.
He would be there forever.
________________________________________________________
foever
jfg
forever
life is forever
it's the only thing that exists
nothing before it, nothing after it
the totality of existence is your fucking life
__________________________________________________________
fhfdjnj
aghjjjjjjjj
pg
ad
gf
gff
sfs
hfsh
hgtickselftiklef