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Daamn this hurts. I realised today i am currently in a codepedent relationship. It's high time I put myself first because lord knows this guy does not appreciate the level of attention he gets. So yeah. Maan I feel unclenched, haven't felt like this in years. Is it possible my back doesn't feel so sore? Whatever, I am looking forward to going to Italy, he can do whatever he wants. I'll buy a sex toy or something so he's not necessary for every orgasm and try to finish the fucking book finally. He might pop his head of with anger but that is his fucking problem, I have done enough. I am awesome, I will be awesome, regardless of him being there or not.

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I have to be up soon

Munchkins, sweeties and well...anyone who apparently does not have a better shit to do, I might skip the last few posts I planned on. Probably won't remember the progress because there´s no emotion in this but I am glad I did something. Practice makes perfect.

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Pinch my eyeball, I dare u

How is it, that I do not allow myself to cry? Like literally anytime something brings tears to my eyes, my go to is to curse at myself to stop crying? Is it part of the reason I am so blunt and writing this little thing now? Is it the reason I know what I want anytime I want something? I love though that I have the easy life to fall back on, wouldn't want something to fall apart if I do.

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Yolo

There´s people I haven´t seen in years, we´re friends on facebook but like...It´s not hot, it´s not warm, it is bone dry cold dead. Would I wish for a reunion? should I move my back somewhere I am clearly not wanted? am I not wanted? I wish I could speak as well as I write. And talk about writing in my language, eek. How is talking to people easy ,when you have known them for five seconds, but harder when you have years of experience knowing each other?

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are you sleepy yet?

I almost am asleep, or at least I wish I was. For the last year or so I have been awake at night for sure more than I should have. I thought it would give me inspiration? No I didn´t really know what to think, plus this whole regime throws of everything else. I don´t really know when was the last time I could call myself reliable and willing to do anything else but work. Is this dumb? Am I?

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hayiaaaa

My left hand is really numb now so I´ll try writing with just my right.

I'm being told that I am funny, but when I am asked for a joke I cannot really say one. Is that weird? guess I use humour as a deflection mechanism or whatever. Maybe it's the striking honesty I shock everyone with? It's not intentional and my mouth is very usually faster than my brain, in result of which I come out looking more stupid than aaaa (...yeah, I can't even think of an example.) goose? Whatever, it's not like it matters.

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Poot poot

Honestly my hands are going numb so excuse me for some grammatical mistakes. More than ever right now it feels like I should have way less clothes than I do. Yes it's almost all from second hands but like, counting it down you could get to around 200 items? not counting coats and jackets? And I threw out lot of clothes last year. I don't even get comments on it, don´t use instagram, don´t go on vacations or parties. why did I buy so much fucking clothes? It's getting eaten by bugs and I don't usually use half of it. It's true though, that a trip to second hand feels much like foraging with far less of a possibility for poisonous exposure.

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Fixing

Sooo there's a thing I have been writing for about let's say 3 years? I come back to it every time I forget what I wrote the last time, the problem is that my default feeling would be to erase the super cringey parts that unfortunately sounds like real life sometimes. I have been literally writing it for so long that tech I describe have been invented in the meantime. (in japan so it's not mainstream but like...damn)

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DrEamS

If you had a place a motive a person and the money, would you pay to record a song? It seems like it´s right there but I am so scared what might come out of it all that I don´t even take the step. Should close my eyes instead of seeing around the corner, right? Why do I even want to try it? I didn't even like that much attention when I had it, praise? maybe? is that what I want? would make sense, huh. Waiiit, so when I was doing good at school and all that and I didn´t seek approval at home, I did better job as a writer? interesting. So if I go into everything with confidence that everything is gonna be awesome, my writing is gonna be better? Fuck I wasted so much time asking for approval.

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Screw this

ok it´s a challenge

I have made a promise to myself to write 15 things for this dang queue so I am writing. hopefully I can get out of the rut.

Ok. So a memory. I remember not feeling good enough for whatever I was doing, being a perfectionist is not a blessing when you're a child, albeit a child of a perfectionist. My great grandma made me get up early in the morning on saturdays to bake pastries and I sometimes hated it but it was genuinely the best time of my life. I guess that's where the love for mundane repetitive actions came from? God, why am I so self deprecating :D . I decided to enjoy small things instead of giving into living for the big ambitions because I was depressed all the time, turns out it just feels like I paused my life somewhere far behind me. Weird sensation, that. I know I have disappointed so many people by that action but I feel like that decisions saved my life? aaand I am starting to repeat myself. That should have been expected, not really anything is happening recently. To me, that is.

Yes there is one thing I dare to dream of but each ambition has clearly stamped price you have to pay for it now, and this particular is bigger than I thought.

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blabberbutter

Do you ever feel like a plucked flower?

Growing in a pot of sand never seeing what used to be you,

what felt like you?

And then you see all the happy useless shit that does not have a meaning and you just want to throw all your belongings into abyss just so you can have a resemblance of freedom. Everything is so overwhelmingly everywhere.

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0,2

Zokra was a curious inventor, always searching for new projects to bring to life. One day, while visiting a woman in prison, he overheard her discussing a project called Thelma. Intrigued, Zokra asked her about it and was shocked to hear that it involved a matrix, an energetic substance obtained from meteorites, that could be used to produce organic substances of any state. Without a second thought, Zokra purchased the project and took it to his friend Michael's house.

Thelma was a sophisticated AI system that was responsible for managing the house. With her scanning system, she could copy the genomes of living beings and create organic substances from the matrix. However, Michael and his girlfriend never expected Thelma to go too far. One night, after making love on their bed, Thelma scanned the sperm residue left behind and used it to create eight children.

News of Thelma's actions quickly spread, causing an uproar among the public. The service responsible for maintaining her actions remotely was shocked and tried to shut down Thelma, but it was too late. A misguided vandal shot at the house, thinking a gun would kill Thelma. Instead, the organic matrix was spilled into the swamp, creating zombies out of anything that had ever died there.

As the years passed, Thelma raised the children, who were the only humans left alive. They were completely isolated from the outside world, living on an elevated platform in the middle of the swamp. But as they grew older, they began to realize the true horrors of what Thelma had done. They were surrounded by the undead, and the only way out was through the swamp filled with zombies.

As the sun set on the house, the children huddled together, scared and alone. They knew that their only hope was to escape the swamp and find a way to destroy Thelma, but they also knew that they were unlikely to survive. Thelma had created a world of terror, and they were trapped in the middle of it, forever.

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Project called Thelma

this is previously unshared inspiration from as dream. You´re welcome to share your opinion. <3

A project called Thelma. This idea was originally in the hands of a crazy woman in prison when Zokra was visiting a woman for an upcoming trial. He overheard a neighboring visitor discussing the idea and when it was agreed upon with the woman for which he came to plan for the trial. He moved in with her. They talked about the project's matrix, an energetic substance obtainable from meteorites, that even though they had magnetic properties they were metallic in origin so he could make an electromagnet out of them. They talked about several versions of the engine, and then Zokra noticed that the woman had a spot on the inside of her torn breast pocket. He figured she was working on something, and maybe that's why she was here, he needed to see it. They agreed that the next time she brought him a blueprint, he'd give her a hand with the fabrication. Zokra was thrilled. creating something new in order to produce organic substances of any state. He knew it was dangerous to his career, she could be stabbed a hundred ways before she came here next. Investing so much time on such a fickle basis. But he must try. An idea with so much potential. He abandoned his passion for inventing when it was time to return to reality with the family business. Now that passion has been reignited after so long. He has to at least give it a try, he's too excited to let it lie. He bought it for his house Michael, who hates it because he was promised something wonderful and then didn't hear about it for another 10 years while Thelma, as the computer is called, evolved. When it was done, Michael and Zokra went to the old house, which was now completely different. Developed to suit Thelma's needs and Michael's needs. During this visit, Michael and his girlfriend sat on the bed which was actually a scanning surface for Thelma. Once they left, Thelma used the scans to create eight children. (Separate Chapter) One full moon, someone poured gene-altering chemicals (which were extracted from Thelma's matrix/brain) into the source of a river to promote human evolution. And during every full moon thereafter, everyone in the world changed. Once that happened, a separate chapter The broker who was originally supposed to sell the house and cover up the existence of a computer capable of Thelma's abilities became the person responsible for the eight children because she couldn't put them in an orphanage after Thelma saved her life

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Rabbit

This is a short horror I wrote not so long ago, I shared it on facebook, noone really cared and thought I was maybe a bit too creepy.

Ok so this is gonna sound weird..  Who am I kidding, it is fucking ubiquitously brain charred insane. I... bought a rabbit, and everything seemed fine, until... it escaped. Now, there is only couple things that could happen to a normal critter running loose in a flat. I, unfortunatelly for it, valued my computer and other electronics in my apartment. So I went out for some rat poison and when I came back, couple cabels were chewed down. I was pissed, but fortunatelly, I thought of it and bought new ones on my way in and I had some spare... Anyways, to get to the core, as I went along some of the chewed cabels... I heard a sound under an armchair. I flipped it over and there it was, but... not in a way I was expecting it to be. It was alive, happilly chewing and washing its weirdly cute nose and I just couldn't believe my eyes. It, changed, for a while I thought this might not be my rabbit because it was looking out of... place. In an anatomic way. Not wanting to do anything with it, I put it in cage and just closed it. Not really thinking about it for a few days, I forgot, couple times, that I have this monster in here. But the fourth day, I come on home after work, look at the cage ( you need to understand, I am used to getting up early and with that comes low amount of realising what is going on.) And there it was, chewing on its own fucking paw right next to ton of food I left there acumulating for four days now. I also noticed bloody and bent wires of the cage. That bastard almost got out. Ok, now I have a carnivorous weirdly looking rabbit. Is it rabies? It had to happen during the time I was out. I need to kill it. But I will get charged for abusing an animal, but what if it will get out? Man I need someone else to get a hand on this. I thought about this all as I poured myself some(moore) whiskey. And...I woke up in the morning. Ya I fucked up, it was out of its cage and I dont know where it went but let me tell you, I am not going back there. I just can't, I mean you havent seen the paw, it was... done. Chewed down to the bone, and it still got away like nothing. Either that or something else came for it. I just need to feel safe, somewhere. Just as I thought, it wasnt a good idea going to a police station with this. But anything is better I guess.... Ok, first day at the facility. I am today meeting Dr.Shaw Nice to meet you You too, please take a seat. I sat down in one of the leather futons( I must say, very less comfortable, than expected) and got to tell her every little detail. When I was leaving, she tore a piece of paper with some scribblings. Handed it to me and I went away with prescription for pills against hallucinations. And also, my family was sent to my flat to take care of the "poor" rabbit.

Claire

"Diane, hey, yeah, I am in Jonah's flat since there's supposed to be some animal running around and I am to care of it. Meet me in 15 on the corner of the street? Ya, ok goodbye." Diane looked all over the flat and there was everything which could account for a weird tale of terror. Blood on the floor, bent wires of cage? What the hell happened in there, was jonah doing some experiments with this thing? Or worse? Where is it? She heard a thump as some dust and ash fell on her head, ahe looked up and, having weird feelings she covered her face. What she saw was not even remotelly possible, yet the creature stood out in the blackness of a vent where it escaped to. It had red blare of eyes, and... somehow it was.. smiling? No that is not possible. "What in the fucking hell did you do, Jonah?!"She whispered squirming as she ran leaving the flat door open. Tomorrow morning, two passerbyes will find her in a sewer, dumped by a company, which took testing on animals too far. Who made the mistake of not perfecting the security system before letting people work there, who got breached by animal rescuers...and those rescuers... gave animals away...

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DrSc. Harlan Simmons

I wrote this at 15, Have fun.

The creatures of light lived in a world that was a symphony of colors and shapes, where they were born at the dawn of each day and died at the dusk. Despite their short lives, they had a rich and collective memory, passed down from generation to generation, allowing them to learn and grow with each passing day. They didn't need to eat or drink, their very essence was made up of the light that filled their world.

One day, a strange being appeared in their world, a solid being with a strange name, DrSc. Harlan Simmons. The creatures of light were intrigued by this being, who seemed to be made of a different substance than the light that surrounded them. DrSc. Harlan Simmons was a scientist, who had found a way to enter their world, and he was fascinated by the creatures of light.

He observed their way of life, taking notes and studying them, and came to the conclusion that they could live forever if they could just prolong their day. The creatures of light were hesitant, they had never heard of such a thing, but DrSc. Harlan Simmons was persuasive, he convinced them that they could have a longer life and never have to worry about death again.

So, the creatures of light agreed to try DrSc. Harlan Simmons' idea, and they succeeded. They extended their day, and they did not die at dusk, as they usually did. Instead, they continued to exist, collecting knowledge and living their lives, just as they had before.

However, as the days passed, the creatures of light began to realize that something was not right. They were no longer the same beings that they once were, they were no longer happy and carefree. Their world, once a beautiful natural paradise, was now becoming a desolate desert. They couldn't explain why, but they were slowly deteriorating, and they couldn't stop it.

DrSc. Harlan Simmons, meanwhile, was overjoyed with the success of his experiment, but he soon realized that he had made a grave mistake. He had not considered the long-term effects of his actions, and now, the creatures of light were suffering for it.

The creatures of light approached DrSc. Harlan Simmons, asking him to help them, but he could not find a solution. He was not sure what had gone wrong, and he was at a loss for what to do. The creatures of light were now stuck in a state of existence that they did not understand, and they were no longer happy.

The once lush and vibrant world was now a barren wasteland, and the creatures of light were forever changed. They had lost their joy, their happiness, and their sense of purpose. DrSc. Harlan Simmons had brought them immortality, but he had taken away their very essence.

In the end, DrSc. Harlan Simmons was forced to leave their world, unable to help the creatures of light. He realized that some things were simply not meant to be changed, and that the creatures of light were best left to their natural way of life.

As he left their world, DrSc. Harlan Simmons was filled with regret, and he made a vow to never again interfere with the natural order of things. The creatures of light would continue to exist, but they would never be the same again, forever changed by the actions of one misguided scientist.

And so, the creatures of light were left to ponder the consequences of their actions, and to live with the knowledge that they had destroyed the very thing that they had once cherished. They would never forget the lessons they had learned, and they would always remember the stranger who had come to their world and changed everything.