CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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it's another thing of the day!
yes
it is
another thing of the day
sorry
__________________________
Billy wondered what the point was.
Why was he doing this?
Why was he just lying in bed, frozen in time?
He would live forever.
But...why?
He'd always be this.
Always.
He sat up in bed.
He hadn't done that for a long time.
"UNPAUSE TIME," he shouted. He hadn't spoken for a long time either. Then he heard a sound he hadn't heard in a long time either. The clock ticking. The second hand was moving. Once. Twice. He felt panic start to come back to him, like his body was waking up, like it had just realised what was happening. He laughed. He was going to die. The clock would keep ticking and he would die. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. A heart attack. It was coming. He felt pain in his chest. Tightness. He...did not like it. NO. This wasn't what he wanted no. Stop. STOP.
"PAUSE TIME," he shouted, somehow. Immediately it stopped. No more ticking. Everything else was the same but...his heartbeat was returning to normal. So quick.
He checked the cock. Eighteen seconds had passed. He wondered if anything had changed on the internet.
He'd check later. He had to sleep now. He'd earned it. He'd sleep for a couple of years. Make his life longer. He deserved it after the horror he'd just been through.
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rstphy
i'ts funny how things change
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like even internet friends can disappear
it's the fukcing internet!
how can younot talk to someoneon the internet
it's fucking easy
and i don't mean every day or something
but come on
it's easy
people don't care
about anyone
I know I don't
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man walks into a hat shop
"I want a new brain"
"We only sell hats"
"I WANT A NEW BRAIN"
"sir here is a new brain"
"that's a hat!"
"is it? Try it on."
"Why...i don't believ eit! a new brain! THANK you!"
"you're welcome. But don't tell anyone we sell hats that contain new brans. it's a sceet
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it'snoath
it's noather
it's another
th
ti's another thing of the day!
it's anote t
it's nothing
it's a nother
a nother
a nothing
it's another thing of the f
its another
it's anothettb
a
it's another thing ofgf
it's another thing o ftheda
it's another thing of the day!
yes
it is
another thing of the day
sorry
__________________________
Billy wondered what the point was.
Why was he doing this?
Why was he just lying in bed, frozen in time?
He would live forever.
But...why?
He'd always be this.
Always.
He sat up in bed.
He hadn't done that for a long time.
"UNPAUSE TIME," he shouted. He hadn't spoken for a long time either. Then he heard a sound he hadn't heard in a long time either. The clock ticking. The second hand was moving. Once. Twice. He felt panic start to come back to him, like his body was waking up, like it had just realised what was happening. He laughed. He was going to die. The clock would keep ticking and he would die. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. A heart attack. It was coming. He felt pain in his chest. Tightness. He...did not like it. NO. This wasn't what he wanted no. Stop. STOP.
"PAUSE TIME," he shouted, somehow. Immediately it stopped. No more ticking. Everything else was the same but...his heartbeat was returning to normal. So quick.
He checked the cock. Eighteen seconds had passed. He wondered if anything had changed on the internet.
He'd check later. He had to sleep now. He'd earned it. He'd sleep for a couple of years. Make his life longer. He deserved it after the horror he'd just been through.
____________________________
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kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
sijjhesjiphjipsrhpjisej9pthpjisrht
rsp
sp
ghjpsrsjpihgp
srn
pgsp
ngop
snp
jogsop
ngop
s
ps
ng
sjop
gsjipghjipsjpisp
jh
psh
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pgh
faj
hgfj
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s
hg
fsh
fjsihisihtrs
h
srh
sr
ht
rsh
s
h
sht
rs
ht
rstphy
i'ts funny how things change
gjsdg
h
h
a
h
ajhjah
like even internet friends can disappear
it's the fukcing internet!
how can younot talk to someoneon the internet
it's fucking easy
and i don't mean every day or something
but come on
it's easy
people don't care
about anyone
I know I don't
____________________
asf
jfhh
h
s
hs
hjajh
hs
h
sihs
h
hj is this thing long enough
isit
i mean
how long does a thing need to be
to be significant
I d'tn'w know
___________________________________
man walks into a hat shop
"I want a new brain"
"We only sell hats"
"I WANT A NEW BRAIN"
"sir here is a new brain"
"that's a hat!"
"is it? Try it on."
"Why...i don't believ eit! a new brain! THANK you!"
"you're welcome. But don't tell anyone we sell hats that contain new brans. it's a sceet
eh
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dho
k[et
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