CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
goodnight
gfdftherearenogoodnights
nightsbecomemornings
mourningsbecomemournings
lol
time is just all happening at once
lbut it's forever
life is forever
all at once
just electrons
rubbing together
going beep
for a moment
and then
there is no and then
don't fool yourself
you fool
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Charles Horse tried to sleep but the pain from his nipple was too much. It felt worse when he lay down, so he had to sit up. He didn't want to look at it again. It had been disgusting the last time. Why hadn't he just gone to the doctor when the pain began? Because how do you tell the doctor that you're there about a sore nipple? How do you show your nipple to a doctor? Digusting. Disgusting human bodies. He wished he could chop it off.
He got up and walked around the tree eighteen times.
Charles Horse tried to lie down again but felt a stabbing pain in his back. How? Why would his disugsting nipple make him feel a stabbing pain in his back? Was the nipple disease, whatever it was, shooting all the way through his body? Impaled by nipple pain? He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He was going mad!
He finally took looked down at the nipple. It had turned completely to wood. Leaves were growng around it. It hurt less now, but he knew he could never show anyone. He knew he would die this way.
Wait...was this a dream?
He got up and walked around the tree again...wait. Why was there a tree in his bedroom? Had that always been there?
Had the tree given him the idea that his nipple was turning wooden and then the dream logic followed that he was turning into a tree from the nipple?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
He went back to bed and woke up. Yeah, it had been a dream.
Now he was awake and no time at all had gone by. So he still had the problem of not getting any sleep.
Oh wait, he was still dream. That's why his bed was only half the size it should be. He siged and woked up again. He beat his fists against his bed this time to make sure he was awake. No time had passed. None. This was it. Forever. This was his life. This night. This insane night.
And his nipple still hurt.
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who invented bread
IT'S NOT NATURAL
it's acutally bad for you
it poisons your guts
slowly
you shit better if you don't eat bread
I think i heard that
imagine if instead of bread we just eat like some big vegetable that grows in the shape of bread
we'd all be shitty better then
but no one's trying to grow that super vegetable
big bread is too powerful
fuck the person who invented bread
i bet the japanese don't eat bread and that's why they're all so sexy
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yeah
didn't really have anythign to say in this one
but hey
that's what thing of the day is
a record of me
and how
id on't really ahve much to saaaaaaaaay
gfdftherearenogoodnights
nightsbecomemornings
mourningsbecomemournings
lol
time is just all happening at once
lbut it's forever
life is forever
all at once
just electrons
rubbing together
going beep
for a moment
and then
there is no and then
don't fool yourself
you fool
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Charles Horse tried to sleep but the pain from his nipple was too much. It felt worse when he lay down, so he had to sit up. He didn't want to look at it again. It had been disgusting the last time. Why hadn't he just gone to the doctor when the pain began? Because how do you tell the doctor that you're there about a sore nipple? How do you show your nipple to a doctor? Digusting. Disgusting human bodies. He wished he could chop it off.
He got up and walked around the tree eighteen times.
Charles Horse tried to lie down again but felt a stabbing pain in his back. How? Why would his disugsting nipple make him feel a stabbing pain in his back? Was the nipple disease, whatever it was, shooting all the way through his body? Impaled by nipple pain? He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He was going mad!
He finally took looked down at the nipple. It had turned completely to wood. Leaves were growng around it. It hurt less now, but he knew he could never show anyone. He knew he would die this way.
Wait...was this a dream?
He got up and walked around the tree again...wait. Why was there a tree in his bedroom? Had that always been there?
Had the tree given him the idea that his nipple was turning wooden and then the dream logic followed that he was turning into a tree from the nipple?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
He went back to bed and woke up. Yeah, it had been a dream.
Now he was awake and no time at all had gone by. So he still had the problem of not getting any sleep.
Oh wait, he was still dream. That's why his bed was only half the size it should be. He siged and woked up again. He beat his fists against his bed this time to make sure he was awake. No time had passed. None. This was it. Forever. This was his life. This night. This insane night.
And his nipple still hurt.
______________________________________________________________________
who invented bread
IT'S NOT NATURAL
it's acutally bad for you
it poisons your guts
slowly
you shit better if you don't eat bread
I think i heard that
imagine if instead of bread we just eat like some big vegetable that grows in the shape of bread
we'd all be shitty better then
but no one's trying to grow that super vegetable
big bread is too powerful
fuck the person who invented bread
i bet the japanese don't eat bread and that's why they're all so sexy
__________________________________________________
yeah
didn't really have anythign to say in this one
but hey
that's what thing of the day is
a record of me
and how
id on't really ahve much to saaaaaaaaay
