CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
it's all a joke it's all not real you're just a thing you're just atoms you're just a brain you're not you you won't be you tomorrow you werne't you yesterday you're not really you now because you're changed and changing and all you are ais awareness and not even that you're the awareness of awareness and not even that you're the awareness of awareness of awarenss and yeah you're not even a cat at least a cat doesn't care you caare you try to make sense and you can't yo can't even finsih a sentence as the same person you die you die you just die and one time there are no more yous
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He was trapped in a room. He'd been there his whole life, he realised. But he couldn't remember any details. He just knew he'd always been trapped here. Anything else was an illusion. He was home in the room. There wasn't much in there. Just a bed, really. A pile of socks for some reason. He smelled them and they smelled pretty bad. He wans't wearing socks. Or anything. He was naked and there were no clothes but socks. It felt normal. He sighed. He'd gotten away from the room for a while but now he'd have to spend a hundred years here. And he couldn't sleep. He just lay awake, looking at the ceiling. He could see images in it. Images of a life he'd never lived. A normal life. He laughed at it. He wasn't even angry. He knew it was all a joke. He watched the images turn darker now, scenes of distress. People dying. He watched his own death. That one did freak him out a little. He felt a cold chill. He appeared to be dying in the room. Holding his chest. Socks were coming out of his mouth. How could he died like that. He'd never swallow all those socks. He felt himself choking. He tried to cough. He knew if he coughed he'd be safe, but nothing came. He kept trying and trying. He tried to shout instead. He shouted the word "COUGH" out loud.
Then Charles Horse woke in his real bed. He started coughing hard. No socks came out. He was fine. It was his real bed, like he'd thought. And yet...it didn't feel as real as the other one. He looked at the ceiling. No images. It was blank.
And this time he did start to cry.
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dun dun dun dund udnd uddndndgdg
we goign to type a song ther ebut i got broed
or somtehign
durp
was going to drup a durp ther ebut I got durped
durped
was going to start talking about my birthday there but i got attacked by cat hilter
cat hilter
was going to explain who cathilter is ther ebut he's a cat version of hitler so you can probably figure it out you drinks of brick
iy gyou
you get the idea
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why don't we just invent robot boides
bodies
what's literally the point of spending money on anything else
why keep building new mcdonalds restuarants when wecould be building robot bodies
or roads
why build new roads when we could be building robot bodies
i am it's stupid
we could put our brains in robot bodies
and we're not even trying
what the fuck
we don't fucking deserve to live
I hope humanit dies out soon and the cats evolve into people and even though there will be a Cat Hitler he'll eventually die too
and then the cats will build robot bodies
because they're better than us
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alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alonealone
alonealonealonealone
alonealonealonealonealonealeonaleonalaelnoealneoalonealenalonealoenalone
alone
-_-jongd
nb ih
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remember when you were a child and things were good
and people would think it would be good to grow up
and do adult things
and be free
but it wasn't
it was better when you were a child
and ate cake
and played with Transformers
that was better
it just was
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yeah ther'es not ing left
no things
n days
no
not even worsds
words are too hard
we need to be able to link our minds directly to each other
tha'ts what we need
words are sstupid
no more words
o until that day
I swy
this has been a thing
of the day
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_______________________________hi
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He was trapped in a room. He'd been there his whole life, he realised. But he couldn't remember any details. He just knew he'd always been trapped here. Anything else was an illusion. He was home in the room. There wasn't much in there. Just a bed, really. A pile of socks for some reason. He smelled them and they smelled pretty bad. He wans't wearing socks. Or anything. He was naked and there were no clothes but socks. It felt normal. He sighed. He'd gotten away from the room for a while but now he'd have to spend a hundred years here. And he couldn't sleep. He just lay awake, looking at the ceiling. He could see images in it. Images of a life he'd never lived. A normal life. He laughed at it. He wasn't even angry. He knew it was all a joke. He watched the images turn darker now, scenes of distress. People dying. He watched his own death. That one did freak him out a little. He felt a cold chill. He appeared to be dying in the room. Holding his chest. Socks were coming out of his mouth. How could he died like that. He'd never swallow all those socks. He felt himself choking. He tried to cough. He knew if he coughed he'd be safe, but nothing came. He kept trying and trying. He tried to shout instead. He shouted the word "COUGH" out loud.
Then Charles Horse woke in his real bed. He started coughing hard. No socks came out. He was fine. It was his real bed, like he'd thought. And yet...it didn't feel as real as the other one. He looked at the ceiling. No images. It was blank.
And this time he did start to cry.
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dun dun dun dund udnd uddndndgdg
we goign to type a song ther ebut i got broed
or somtehign
durp
was going to drup a durp ther ebut I got durped
durped
was going to start talking about my birthday there but i got attacked by cat hilter
cat hilter
was going to explain who cathilter is ther ebut he's a cat version of hitler so you can probably figure it out you drinks of brick
iy gyou
you get the idea
____________________________________
why don't we just invent robot boides
bodies
what's literally the point of spending money on anything else
why keep building new mcdonalds restuarants when wecould be building robot bodies
or roads
why build new roads when we could be building robot bodies
i am it's stupid
we could put our brains in robot bodies
and we're not even trying
what the fuck
we don't fucking deserve to live
I hope humanit dies out soon and the cats evolve into people and even though there will be a Cat Hitler he'll eventually die too
and then the cats will build robot bodies
because they're better than us
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alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alone
alonealone
alonealonealonealone
alonealonealonealonealonealeonaleonalaelnoealneoalonealenalonealoenalone
alone
-_-jongd
nb ih
________________________________________________
remember when you were a child and things were good
and people would think it would be good to grow up
and do adult things
and be free
but it wasn't
it was better when you were a child
and ate cake
and played with Transformers
that was better
it just was
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yeah ther'es not ing left
no things
n days
no
not even worsds
words are too hard
we need to be able to link our minds directly to each other
tha'ts what we need
words are sstupid
no more words
o until that day
I swy
this has been a thing
of the day
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fffffffffffffffffffffffffff
_______________________________hi