CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
thing through time is still on hiatus lol have to say that well not really since no one remembers what thing through time is and everyone's skipping this to get to the Frank Horse story anyway feel like holding down the f key as it's the only way to represent the nothingness inside of me so here we go right about now getting ready actually once i start typing i get into a rhythym (that word is impossible to spell i don't care what anyone syas) and don't feel like hodling keys down anymore but the speed of typing can't keep up with the speed of my thoughts and it's frustrating and i really don't thik anyone can do a real freestyle free-flowing thing of thoughts like what do you call it i din't know stream of consciousness or string of it something like that i don't think anyone can do a real one of them becaues of all the delay the delay between thoughts and fingers and keyboards and everything and anyway where do thoughts come from anyway you must think about that but where did the thought "where do thoughts come from" come from huh that's a hard one are our thoughts our own or do they just exist in our head and we hear them but then what are we exactly to hear them i don't know nobody does so there's no point thinking about it or about anything so why not just kill yourself now instead of living logically there's no difference so i stopped typing to look at other tracks lost my train of thought choo choo or did my bubble of existence burst am i the same person who was typing this or do i just rememember it life is an illusion so that's annoying anyway you're not readding this you just want Frank Horse and here he is at last with another of his slices of life!
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oops wrong key
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AGAIN
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tha'ts the right one
oh now I need to do it again because of that
sorry
will get to FRANK HORSE now
_))
oops
sreall
seriously yoiu gusy
serioulsy
dfls
g
a
g
GAGH?!
MENTY!?
THEY'RE BACK!
THE?Y'RE POSTING AGAIN!!!!
IT'SJ UST LIKE OLD TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
or i just pressed some random keys
anyway
here
for your eidification
umm
for your enjoyment
for your erect COCKS
here
at last
for all to see
the man they call
FRANK HORSE
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FRANK[YOUTUBEHQ][/YOUTUBEHQ]
shit click the youttypehq thing
who actually uses that?
what's youtubeHQ anyway?
it's HD people use
not HQ
WH THE FUCK DOESN'T MENTY EVER FUCKING POST I DON'T FUCKING GET IT IT'S NOT A BIG FUCKING HASSLE TO POST HERE I WRITE SO MUCH SHIT THAT HE'LL NEVER READ MAKE SO MANY FUCKING POSTS HE COULD REPLY TO BU THE'LLL NEVER EVER FUCKING READ THEM
anwyay
here we go this time
the man
the myth
THE LEGEND
FRANK HORSE
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FRANK HORSE COULDN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HIS TEETH WERE SO SORE.
"FUCK!" HE ACTUALLY SAID OUT LOUD, IN THE DARK.
HE HAD TO GET TO SLEEP.
HE COULDN'T STAND TO BE AWAKE WITH HIS THOUGHTS.
WITH HIS PAIN.
HE PUNCHED HIMSELF IN THE MOUTH.
IT DIDN'T HELP.
HIS BALLS WERE ITCHY TOO.
HE SCRATCHED THEM TOO HARD.
HE HAD CUT INTO THEM?
THEY HURT INSIDE.
WHAT HAD HE DONE.
HE STOOD UP IN THE DARK AND LAUGHED AND SHOUTED.
"FUCK EVERYTHING!" WAS THE MAIN THEME OF HIS OUTBURST.
HE RAN DOWNSTAIRS TO OVERDOSE ON PAINKILLERS.
HE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TO OVERDOSE ON.
SO HE SAT ON THE COUCH WATCHING THE TV.
AT 5AM.
THERE WAS A REPEAT OF COUNTDOWN ON.
HE FINALLY FELL ASLEEP.
HE WOKE TO FIND IT WAS 5:30 AM AND HE HADN'T SLEPT MUCH AT ALL.
HE LAUGHED.
THIS WAS LIFE.
HIS TEETH DIDN'T HURT AS MUCH.
THE PAINKILLERS HAD HELPED, THE FEW HE'D HAD.
HE SLEPT ON THE COUCH.
HE WOKE TO HEAR SOMEONE BANGING ON HIS WINDOW.
IT WAS THE WINDOW CLEANER.
"YOUR MOUTH IS BLEEDING, MATE, ARE YOU OKAY?" HE ASKED THROUGH THE WINDOW.
"UMM...YES?" SAID FRANK.
HE REALLY WANS'T.
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hahahahahahhahaha what a chracter!
))))))
oops wrong key
))))))))))))))
AGAIN
________________________
tha'ts the right one
oh now I need to do it again because of that
sorry
will get to FRANK HORSE now
_))
oops
sreall
seriously yoiu gusy
serioulsy
dfls
g
a
g
GAGH?!
MENTY!?
THEY'RE BACK!
THE?Y'RE POSTING AGAIN!!!!
IT'SJ UST LIKE OLD TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
or i just pressed some random keys
anyway
here
for your eidification
umm
for your enjoyment
for your erect COCKS
here
at last
for all to see
the man they call
FRANK HORSE
____________________
FRANK[YOUTUBEHQ][/YOUTUBEHQ]
shit click the youttypehq thing
who actually uses that?
what's youtubeHQ anyway?
it's HD people use
not HQ
WH THE FUCK DOESN'T MENTY EVER FUCKING POST I DON'T FUCKING GET IT IT'S NOT A BIG FUCKING HASSLE TO POST HERE I WRITE SO MUCH SHIT THAT HE'LL NEVER READ MAKE SO MANY FUCKING POSTS HE COULD REPLY TO BU THE'LLL NEVER EVER FUCKING READ THEM
anwyay
here we go this time
the man
the myth
THE LEGEND
FRANK HORSE
________________________
FRANK HORSE COULDN'T SLEEP BECAUSE HIS TEETH WERE SO SORE.
"FUCK!" HE ACTUALLY SAID OUT LOUD, IN THE DARK.
HE HAD TO GET TO SLEEP.
HE COULDN'T STAND TO BE AWAKE WITH HIS THOUGHTS.
WITH HIS PAIN.
HE PUNCHED HIMSELF IN THE MOUTH.
IT DIDN'T HELP.
HIS BALLS WERE ITCHY TOO.
HE SCRATCHED THEM TOO HARD.
HE HAD CUT INTO THEM?
THEY HURT INSIDE.
WHAT HAD HE DONE.
HE STOOD UP IN THE DARK AND LAUGHED AND SHOUTED.
"FUCK EVERYTHING!" WAS THE MAIN THEME OF HIS OUTBURST.
HE RAN DOWNSTAIRS TO OVERDOSE ON PAINKILLERS.
HE DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TO OVERDOSE ON.
SO HE SAT ON THE COUCH WATCHING THE TV.
AT 5AM.
THERE WAS A REPEAT OF COUNTDOWN ON.
HE FINALLY FELL ASLEEP.
HE WOKE TO FIND IT WAS 5:30 AM AND HE HADN'T SLEPT MUCH AT ALL.
HE LAUGHED.
THIS WAS LIFE.
HIS TEETH DIDN'T HURT AS MUCH.
THE PAINKILLERS HAD HELPED, THE FEW HE'D HAD.
HE SLEPT ON THE COUCH.
HE WOKE TO HEAR SOMEONE BANGING ON HIS WINDOW.
IT WAS THE WINDOW CLEANER.
"YOUR MOUTH IS BLEEDING, MATE, ARE YOU OKAY?" HE ASKED THROUGH THE WINDOW.
"UMM...YES?" SAID FRANK.
HE REALLY WANS'T.
____________________________________
hahahahahahhahaha what a chracter!
