CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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sRAGE LOLf
sag
asdg
I have to remember to ba angery
I have to remember to be angry
otherwise I could die and not even notice
if I relaxe I'll die
just fade away
THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU
rage against reality and you can change it
wia
t
this is crap
lol
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mister brick sighed and sat down behind his desk. there was nothing for him to do. he'd done all his work. he was just sitting, waiting.
the phone would ring, he thought. it usually rang all the time when he was busy. surely it would ring now that he wasn't busy.
the phone didn't ring.
maybe it was broken.
it wasn't broken.
he wasn't busy so it wouldn't ring.
that made no sense.
how could the phone know he wasn't busy?
it was just a phone.
and yet...
there was nothing to do.
the office's broadband was down.
all the good sites were banned anway.
surely someone would come over soon with something for him to do.
they just kept walking by.
he tried to make eye contact with the next person to walk by.
nothing.
he smiled at the next.
nothing.
did they even see him?
maybe he was invisible.
no.
not that.
they were just choosing to ignore him.
that was worse.
there was nothing.
he wanted to sit with his head in his hands in despair.
but he'd look crazy.
he was the model employee.
he didn't want to look crazy.
no one was looking at him.
but as soon as he did something like that they would.
he knew.
but that's what he wanted.
the boredom was too much.
there were so many hours to go.
he put his head in his hands.
he was surprised to feel tears.
nothing happened.
he sat there, with his head in his hands sobbing and still nobody noticed.
hahaha.
he started laughing.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
the fat woman looked at him with a look of what the hell is he doing.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
he stood up and slapped her fat face.
fucking fat hobbit bitch, eat some smaller cakes, he said. hungry-ass bowling ball with legs, he added.
hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahahaha.
he thought about those americans who shoot their place of work up with guns.
he could understand them.
he didn't have a gun.
he had a stapler.
that wouldn't work.
fucking die, fatty, die, he said, punching her neck. he ran towards the asian man who was staring dumbly at him now.
get back to your own country, jap bastard, he said, even though he knew the man was chinese and had been born here.
he didn't mean it. he dind't care.
hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahha.
he bowled him over.
he ran towards the boss's office.
hahahahahaha.
he stopped to smash up the pregnant woman's photo of her husband.
maybe he shoudl kick her in the stomach.
i won't kick you in the stomach, he said. but i hope your baby is born blind.
hahahaha.
someone tried to tackle him, missed, and smashed their face off the side of a desk.
blood.
hahahaha.
the bus was there now.
fucking boss, he said. you fucking moron fucking assfuck bastardcunt homo fucking stain.
hahahaha.
he tried to punch the boss.
he missed.
he was being held around the neck.
it hurt.
he bit the boss's hand.
hahahaha.
he elbowed his face.
hahahahaha.
he climbed up onto the boss's desk.
i am the new pope i eat snow, he declared.
the new fuckdamn pope.
he jumped for the window.
they were three stories up.
he'd smash through and land on his head breaking his neck.
the glass didn't break and he edned up lying on the floor with a headache.
hahahahahaha.
several people were standing around him now.
he didn't try to get up.
but he did reach into his pants and start to masturbate.
hahahaha.
he came right away.
sRAGE LOLf
sag
asdg
I have to remember to ba angery
I have to remember to be angry
otherwise I could die and not even notice
if I relaxe I'll die
just fade away
THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU
rage against reality and you can change it
wia
t
this is crap
lol
_________________---
mister brick sighed and sat down behind his desk. there was nothing for him to do. he'd done all his work. he was just sitting, waiting.
the phone would ring, he thought. it usually rang all the time when he was busy. surely it would ring now that he wasn't busy.
the phone didn't ring.
maybe it was broken.
it wasn't broken.
he wasn't busy so it wouldn't ring.
that made no sense.
how could the phone know he wasn't busy?
it was just a phone.
and yet...
there was nothing to do.
the office's broadband was down.
all the good sites were banned anway.
surely someone would come over soon with something for him to do.
they just kept walking by.
he tried to make eye contact with the next person to walk by.
nothing.
he smiled at the next.
nothing.
did they even see him?
maybe he was invisible.
no.
not that.
they were just choosing to ignore him.
that was worse.
there was nothing.
he wanted to sit with his head in his hands in despair.
but he'd look crazy.
he was the model employee.
he didn't want to look crazy.
no one was looking at him.
but as soon as he did something like that they would.
he knew.
but that's what he wanted.
the boredom was too much.
there were so many hours to go.
he put his head in his hands.
he was surprised to feel tears.
nothing happened.
he sat there, with his head in his hands sobbing and still nobody noticed.
hahaha.
he started laughing.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
the fat woman looked at him with a look of what the hell is he doing.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
he stood up and slapped her fat face.
fucking fat hobbit bitch, eat some smaller cakes, he said. hungry-ass bowling ball with legs, he added.
hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahhahahahaha.
he thought about those americans who shoot their place of work up with guns.
he could understand them.
he didn't have a gun.
he had a stapler.
that wouldn't work.
fucking die, fatty, die, he said, punching her neck. he ran towards the asian man who was staring dumbly at him now.
get back to your own country, jap bastard, he said, even though he knew the man was chinese and had been born here.
he didn't mean it. he dind't care.
hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahha.
he bowled him over.
he ran towards the boss's office.
hahahahahaha.
he stopped to smash up the pregnant woman's photo of her husband.
maybe he shoudl kick her in the stomach.
i won't kick you in the stomach, he said. but i hope your baby is born blind.
hahahaha.
someone tried to tackle him, missed, and smashed their face off the side of a desk.
blood.
hahahaha.
the bus was there now.
fucking boss, he said. you fucking moron fucking assfuck bastardcunt homo fucking stain.
hahahaha.
he tried to punch the boss.
he missed.
he was being held around the neck.
it hurt.
he bit the boss's hand.
hahahaha.
he elbowed his face.
hahahahaha.
he climbed up onto the boss's desk.
i am the new pope i eat snow, he declared.
the new fuckdamn pope.
he jumped for the window.
they were three stories up.
he'd smash through and land on his head breaking his neck.
the glass didn't break and he edned up lying on the floor with a headache.
hahahahahaha.
several people were standing around him now.
he didn't try to get up.
but he did reach into his pants and start to masturbate.
hahahaha.
he came right away.
