CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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he'd left her alone too long
now she had feathers gorwing out of her!
feathers!
how did that work
it freaked him out
he closed his eyes hoping she'd turn back to normal
but she didn't
still had feathers growing out of her
what was he going to do?
walk away and leave her and hope someone else found her?
...seemed like a good plan, actually
but whoever found her would call thecops
they'd ask him questions
"what's with the feeathers?"
and he woudln't know what to say
because really he had no idea
feathers!
and what was that on the back of her head
was that...a barcode?
what
wait, was this a dream?
maybe it was a dream
he dind't think so, since he wans't waking up
fuck
he ran outside ontot he street
he ran up and down
he was at the lamp post where he'd dropped Davey on his head once
he climbed up to the top of it
he could see for miles from up that lamp post
oh shit, he could see the police coming
shit...
he ran home
wait, why was he still in his pyjamas?
he started to smile
it was a dream!
Yes!
"Hello officers SUCK MY BIG FAT DICK YOU CUNTS!" he said to the police, who were eating pizza this table
they just looked at him like his brain hadn't imagined a thing for them to do
then he was in bed
but he was sinking right into his mattress
it was only a few months old
why was it sinking like this?
fuck
he wished he could go back to that dream
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but that's how it goes you wish you were in a lucid dream for all of eternity but you're not you wake up and then you die doesn't matter when you die makes no difference still happens so everything yovu'e experienced is meanginless and disappears think about all those childhood memories they are meaningless doesn's matter they went away it all went wayfghdsbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb8
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MAYBE IF I HATE THE RIGHT COMBINATION OF RANDOM KEYSTRIKES THE ALIENS WILL MAKE ME IMMORTAL
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I know
I know I've said ti before but there's really no point in writing this feel so tired my keybaord looks blurry or just not really watching y own hands type it's weird i never do that never look at my typing hands they look weird is that really me doing it do i really have contorl or was this all pre-determined in the creation of hte univseres typing too fast to think it's not really it's not i'm not really i' an computer rogramme simulation life i'm a robot from the future i'm a hologram i'm in the matrxi i'm dead this is my dying memory i've just been born and i'm imagining the future it's not really nothing's real no i'm not me i'm fucking i don't know really if im' not me who is the part saying i'm not me there must be soething too itlol there is not afterlife four fuck's sake how can anyone beliece in that shit durr maybe ther'es an afterlife because it's a nice idea well fucking fuck how can yu fucking think that you trouser fuck
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hgn
i' m not even trying
just typien shit
I used to try
thing of the day used to have like stories and stuff
and stuff
or i'd say things in an imaginagatvie way
or i'll dreyd
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gjifsjifb
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b
or I'd try to
but no
now I just write things
words
like this
and then
hit sumbit new thread
like this
he'd left her alone too long
now she had feathers gorwing out of her!
feathers!
how did that work
it freaked him out
he closed his eyes hoping she'd turn back to normal
but she didn't
still had feathers growing out of her
what was he going to do?
walk away and leave her and hope someone else found her?
...seemed like a good plan, actually
but whoever found her would call thecops
they'd ask him questions
"what's with the feeathers?"
and he woudln't know what to say
because really he had no idea
feathers!
and what was that on the back of her head
was that...a barcode?
what
wait, was this a dream?
maybe it was a dream
he dind't think so, since he wans't waking up
fuck
he ran outside ontot he street
he ran up and down
he was at the lamp post where he'd dropped Davey on his head once
he climbed up to the top of it
he could see for miles from up that lamp post
oh shit, he could see the police coming
shit...
he ran home
wait, why was he still in his pyjamas?
he started to smile
it was a dream!
Yes!
"Hello officers SUCK MY BIG FAT DICK YOU CUNTS!" he said to the police, who were eating pizza this table
they just looked at him like his brain hadn't imagined a thing for them to do
then he was in bed
but he was sinking right into his mattress
it was only a few months old
why was it sinking like this?
fuck
he wished he could go back to that dream
____________________________________
but that's how it goes you wish you were in a lucid dream for all of eternity but you're not you wake up and then you die doesn't matter when you die makes no difference still happens so everything yovu'e experienced is meanginless and disappears think about all those childhood memories they are meaningless doesn's matter they went away it all went wayfghdsbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb8
fg
n
9g
ijpijip
j
op#ogh
h
MAYBE IF I HATE THE RIGHT COMBINATION OF RANDOM KEYSTRIKES THE ALIENS WILL MAKE ME IMMORTAL
h
I know
I know I've said ti before but there's really no point in writing this feel so tired my keybaord looks blurry or just not really watching y own hands type it's weird i never do that never look at my typing hands they look weird is that really me doing it do i really have contorl or was this all pre-determined in the creation of hte univseres typing too fast to think it's not really it's not i'm not really i' an computer rogramme simulation life i'm a robot from the future i'm a hologram i'm in the matrxi i'm dead this is my dying memory i've just been born and i'm imagining the future it's not really nothing's real no i'm not me i'm fucking i don't know really if im' not me who is the part saying i'm not me there must be soething too itlol there is not afterlife four fuck's sake how can anyone beliece in that shit durr maybe ther'es an afterlife because it's a nice idea well fucking fuck how can yu fucking think that you trouser fuck
#
hgn
i' m not even trying
just typien shit
I used to try
thing of the day used to have like stories and stuff
and stuff
or i'd say things in an imaginagatvie way
or i'll dreyd
d
gjifsjifb
s
b
or I'd try to
but no
now I just write things
words
like this
and then
hit sumbit new thread
like this