And there was this particularly interesting person he met, who practically begged to be written about. He was everything sad, but he was so happy chasing after impossible dreams. He worked at a factory and wanted to be a singereven though he couldnt remember shit. He was an amnesiac forced to abandon himself at the end of each day and who refused to comply. Someone who struggled against the overwhelming odds of loss, for a dead-end.

It was kind of funny, like watching a hamster run itself to death in a wheel, for an exit that didnt exist.

They met one day in July. The day the writer found out he was going to die. He invited this guy up to his house, where they turned up a giant fan and let it snow cash from the windowsbig crisp bills. That day the writer was angry at the world, and jealous, and he wanted to show the amnesiac that hed never achieve his dreams. That becoming a singer was the stupidest idea on the whole fucking planet for someone who couldnt even live, couldnt ever experience love or loss or agony or happiness. That him becoming a singer was like a robot talking about writing love songs. Absurd and fucking hilarious.

sitting there, crying over a fanfic. everything is normal.

k, thx, bai

edit:

No, no dont go poof.

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THE CAPTAIN WILL GO DOWN BEFORE THE SHIP. OMFG LIKE SRSLY WHY DO PEOPLE WRITE STH  LIKE THIS. WHY DO THEY PUBLISH IT

WHY