CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"It's really him! It's Charles Horse, haha!" said the first person in line as they walked over to the table where Charles Horse was sitting, signing books. "Great book, man!"
"I AM HORSE," said Charles Horse, signing the book.
"He's mad, haha!" said the happy fan. Another took their place.
"It really spoke to me," they said.
"I AM HORSE," said Charles Horse.
"I think you have a beautiful soul," said another. Charles paused for a moment. He was feeling something again.
"I AM HORSE," he said at last.
Eventually it ended. Everyone left. Charles Horse stood up and walked behind the curtain. His agent was thanking people for coming as they left, then he joined Charles behind the curtain.
"Aren't you going to take that thing off?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," said Charles, taking the horse head mask he'd been forced to wear during the entire singing off. He was sweating a lot underneath. It was starting to smell bad. It had really been quite uncomfortable. "I wish I didn't have to wear it the whole time, or I could at least have more air holes in it..."
"They can't see you, my friend, it would remove the mystery! I'd try to get another airhole punched into it but I don't want it to look shabby..."
"It's okay," said Charles. It didn't feel okay but it was usually easier just to say things like this were okay.
"Great! Hey, saw some cute girls in the line getting your book signed!"
"Yeah," said Charles. He'd noticed too. He'd been glad for the mask then. His face had gone red.
"Any of them say anything nice?"
"Most of them. I...just said I AM HORSE to them, like you told me."
"Of course, you know what to do! You are Horse, after all!"
"Sometimes I think of other things I could say."
"Right, but you can't say them, you know that. They have to think of you as Charles Horse, not the real person I know and admire. I can handle all the interviews about the creative process."
"Yeah, you're good at that. It's just...I mean...I did write the book. I could talk about what I was going for with certain entries..."
"They think of you as a diseased mind, a tragic figure. They can't know you're capable of rational conversation! You know this. And yeah, you wrote the CONTENT of the book, but I put it together. I arranged the entries. I knew what I was doing."
"I mean, they're basically in chronological order..."
"Write, but not everyone would have done that, or written the framing device I wrote. Trust me, we need to keep up the act. Sales are doing great. You're making so much money out of this."
"I know, it's...good. Having the money." It was. But why did he still feel like Charles Horse?
"We need to get moving, we have another signing to get to in half an hour."
"I need to pee."
"Fine, but hurry! And remember to put your horse head back on before you leave, can't have anyone outside seeing your real face."
Charles walking to the book store's toilet. Once he went into the stall and locked the door he finally started to cry.
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hahahahahahahaahaaea
A HORSE IN PAIN
little horsey made a mistake
now little horsey must suffer
NEIGh he says
i can get out of this
you can't
you'd die
you'd have nothing
and youc an't write what you want anymore
this can't go in the next book
you have to be careful
he can't find out what you're feeling
just say you're fine horse
just say you['re fucking fine as the pretty girls think you're a mental patient and the boys prod your horse head with their erect cocks looking for a reaction
that didn't happen butyou kept thinking about it you sick fuck
you're a freak horse
you deserve this
it's evoltuion
statistically there has to be people like you
so the rest of them can feel good about themselves
you're an outlier
you cunt
you can't be anything else
just going to die
so stop worrying lol
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"Okay, I'm ready," said Charles Horse, pulling the stinky horse head back on as they duck out the door and ran to the car.
"I AM HORSE," said Charles Horse, signing the book.
"He's mad, haha!" said the happy fan. Another took their place.
"It really spoke to me," they said.
"I AM HORSE," said Charles Horse.
"I think you have a beautiful soul," said another. Charles paused for a moment. He was feeling something again.
"I AM HORSE," he said at last.
Eventually it ended. Everyone left. Charles Horse stood up and walked behind the curtain. His agent was thanking people for coming as they left, then he joined Charles behind the curtain.
"Aren't you going to take that thing off?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," said Charles, taking the horse head mask he'd been forced to wear during the entire singing off. He was sweating a lot underneath. It was starting to smell bad. It had really been quite uncomfortable. "I wish I didn't have to wear it the whole time, or I could at least have more air holes in it..."
"They can't see you, my friend, it would remove the mystery! I'd try to get another airhole punched into it but I don't want it to look shabby..."
"It's okay," said Charles. It didn't feel okay but it was usually easier just to say things like this were okay.
"Great! Hey, saw some cute girls in the line getting your book signed!"
"Yeah," said Charles. He'd noticed too. He'd been glad for the mask then. His face had gone red.
"Any of them say anything nice?"
"Most of them. I...just said I AM HORSE to them, like you told me."
"Of course, you know what to do! You are Horse, after all!"
"Sometimes I think of other things I could say."
"Right, but you can't say them, you know that. They have to think of you as Charles Horse, not the real person I know and admire. I can handle all the interviews about the creative process."
"Yeah, you're good at that. It's just...I mean...I did write the book. I could talk about what I was going for with certain entries..."
"They think of you as a diseased mind, a tragic figure. They can't know you're capable of rational conversation! You know this. And yeah, you wrote the CONTENT of the book, but I put it together. I arranged the entries. I knew what I was doing."
"I mean, they're basically in chronological order..."
"Write, but not everyone would have done that, or written the framing device I wrote. Trust me, we need to keep up the act. Sales are doing great. You're making so much money out of this."
"I know, it's...good. Having the money." It was. But why did he still feel like Charles Horse?
"We need to get moving, we have another signing to get to in half an hour."
"I need to pee."
"Fine, but hurry! And remember to put your horse head back on before you leave, can't have anyone outside seeing your real face."
Charles walking to the book store's toilet. Once he went into the stall and locked the door he finally started to cry.
______________________________________________________
hahahahahahahaahaaea
A HORSE IN PAIN
little horsey made a mistake
now little horsey must suffer
NEIGh he says
i can get out of this
you can't
you'd die
you'd have nothing
and youc an't write what you want anymore
this can't go in the next book
you have to be careful
he can't find out what you're feeling
just say you're fine horse
just say you['re fucking fine as the pretty girls think you're a mental patient and the boys prod your horse head with their erect cocks looking for a reaction
that didn't happen butyou kept thinking about it you sick fuck
you're a freak horse
you deserve this
it's evoltuion
statistically there has to be people like you
so the rest of them can feel good about themselves
you're an outlier
you cunt
you can't be anything else
just going to die
so stop worrying lol
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"Okay, I'm ready," said Charles Horse, pulling the stinky horse head back on as they duck out the door and ran to the car.