>>46224255 Well ask him how he likes it cooked. Dont listen to him when he tells you you cant cook. You may not cook like the ones he eats but he's not used to your cooking. Just keep shoving it down his throat until he appreciates how you prepare it.
>>46224312 I know, I know. I cant move him from it though. Maybe he does belong there, i just have to tear him away from it, even if does destroy his arms. That's what can infect ihm. When he finally crawls out he suffers in some way. I like it.
>>46224324 But do you like him? You cant feel sorry for him, no one should. just interested in him. Curious what hes doing. How the hell are you going to make the goddamn watchers curious? They think you're dead, you know, those arrogant bastards.
>>46224353 I dont know how big that group is though. How can i convince them that he's mine, not there's? How can tell them to go fuck themselves subtlety? I dont know how. Invent the watchers is what i can do. I KNOW. have it nonsensical and then when the interpreters come in, they interpret as "nonsensical, purposeless" Which is what I MADE IT. I dont know how they can squeeze around that one.
>>46224400 But they will. i hate them when they tell me you're dead. Tell them that they're dead. Tell them that they are not worth your time if they think you're dead. They dont even deserve you. Tell them that. Tell them that, John. But make sure they think that they are alive, if they try hard enough. Kill arrogance with doubt John. That's how you do it.
>>46224453 You can't convince stupid people that they're stupid. You kill them. cut them out completely. Raise him to completely ignore the. Reinvent his life, or rather, how they think he should live and have lived his life. It might as well have already been lived in their minds. They're just wating for you to birth him then theyll kill him and tell you how he lived. dont worry im still here. You should go to sleep and dont forget that they're dead to you. they think the fucking author is dead then ill fucking show them that this afterlife is taunting their mortality.
I was walking along a trail with another person who looked exactly like me, except he was different tin what he wore. As we were exploring, we were stopped by a Minotaur. I cant remember is he asked us for anything. but pretty soon it turned violent and we began sword fighting. And then everything changed. Like a cut to another scene except no extra time had passed. Everything was a shade of blue and the earth was made of people, like a carpet. I kept walking along it, trying to understand why they were like that. After walking a short while, I looked up to find the minotaur again, except he was now just a man, even though i somehow knew he was the same minotaur who fought me. There was a boat, stranded on the side of a river that crossed beneath the path. There was no one in it, but rather they were apart of the boat, and they looked terrified. They were completely helpless and didnt know who i was. The man told me to burn them and then leave. I obeyed him unhesitatingly, and immediately set them on fire. but afterward, watching the man begin beating them, i become overwhelmed with this need to join him. As i approached the burning people, i noticed a woman standing a few yards behind the man. Somehow i knew she was his woman, yet i took my new anger out on her. I began hitting her, blind with rage. When i looked back at the man, he had a blue torch and was making the rest of the bodies disappear with it. It was a tthis point that i began panicking. I knew he would be done with the bodies soon and would know i hit his woman so i ran, up this large hill overlooking the entire scene. I ran until my legs burned, up the incredibly steep hill, until i thought i'd die. That's when i woke up.
>>46224799 dont forget these dreams. They're important to you, you just dont know why yet. This one reminds me of the spider. I know you werent afraid in the dream. For some reason they dont scare you. Only the little people living iin your wall scare you. They're the only things that scare you, but they have no power over you. Not until you think about them. oops. ;) Goodnight, i hope i can still find your FUCKING BODY IN THE MORNING
>>46224818 They think I'm dead! I cant convince them otherwise, because they think im dead! My grave cannot convince them that they're living their lives incorrectly. I hope i cant convince them that they are wrong. WHATS THE POINT IF THEY THINK THAT AS SOON AS WE GIVE BIRTH, WE DIE? WHATS THE POINT?
>>46224888 dont let them distract you, John. You need to focus on trying to stay relevant. You become relevant and tey take over your job. They dont deserve your fucking job, John. take they're goddamn pride and EAT IT
>>46224913 I know i know i know. It needs to change. It cannot be such a large movement. Tell me about James, John. Does he still drool over the neighbors begonias? Does he not realize that ITS WHEN HE WASTES HIS TIME ENJOYING THE NEIGHBORS FLOWERS THAT HE DIES EVEN MORE? WHATS THE POINT IF HE CANT CREATE HIS OWN? He needs to go, John, hee needs to leave that goddamn house he needs to LEAVE IT. I dont care how you do it, but just do it already. Make his legs later, just drag him out and leave him to find the edge. He's so much closer than he thinks, so much close than you think, John. I know he is.
>>46224980 I cant focus on so many at once. dear god my hands are shaking. i feel like its standing behind me right now i can FUCKING FEEL IT. It wont stop. I told james he could help, help me but he refuses, he just stares out his splintered window. He doesnt care about me. He doesnt care about the people watching him. He doesnt. If i give him his legs, will he walk? They might not let him walk. Im shaking so badly, my skin hurts. And what about the other ones i have under the desk? If i focus on James, they'll freeze to death. Like the boy who told his mother he killed himself. I cant leave her alone she needs me now, more than ever. The man who created the world, yet gave the only person he loved for it. Who else will remind him that it wasn't worth it? IT WASN'T WORTH IT? They need me and i cant abandon them, no matter how much i need to. i cant.
>>46225048 you fucking think the OP is still here? thats what ive been trying to tell John, you deludedd fuck. HE's dead just like John will be. If you create you die and it wont matter . IT WONT FUCKING MATTER.
You dont have to forget them. Please dont forget them. all you have to do, is slowly eat them until they help you think of something that can live. those things living under your desk, thats not life, John. Its not. I understand you're afraid. you'll be okay. you'll be okay.
Good old half-dreaming rambleshits. Patently without giggles, though. Same fags fagging over and over again, about one John character. Everyone tired anyhow.
THOUGHT PROCESS OF JOHN/THE ORIGINAL P.
FIRST: Set the tone. Think, first impression. What will do... video? Must incorporate dream-trance - invoke childhood fears. How? Claymation will do. Creepy will do. Childlike visitation with the Void, aye, that will do.
SECOND: John. Must have NARRATIVE and also MYSTERY, to continue thread. LOGIC superfluous, only need WEIRD FOR SAKE OF WEIRD. Those who watch will desire context, find none.
THIRD: Pretense of conversation. Chances of third party, carrying on story-dream-journy of John unlikely. Therefore, reply to ones own self, create ILLUSION of communication: in reality create only omphalos.
>>46225123 Okay i tried it. I put the boy in the Character Machine, but all that came out was a pile of flesh that screamed and screamed. I dont think they can feel pain though. He just looked scared. I feel bad for him, even though he doesn't technically have a soul. Ill tell James that everything is going to be okay, even though he'll never get to die. Theyll use him, i know they will. Maybe i have to accept that and be okay. i want to be okay.
>>46225175 NO thats not how it happened. I dont know who the Op is but when i watched his video it woke my friend up. He said he couldnt be alone anymore. IM REAL DONT TELL ME IM NOT REAL. YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE THEM, THINKING THAT I DONT MATTER. I FUCKING MATTER. WHATS HAPPENING TO ME IS REAL AND I NEED TO TRY TO FIX IT I JUST DONT KNOW HOW. please tell me how god please tel me how. oh god oh god please tell me how if you know. IF YOU KNOW TELL ME HOW please i cant going like this. the promise of life and inevtiable death in their minds. DID YOU EVEN READ WHAT I TOLD YOU? DID YOU EVEN FUCKING READ IT?
>>46225250 It's all me. everything is me. You think that there are others you dont understand as well, but did you consider that it was all me in the first place? There are only two people in here. Me and you. You wondered in here thinking there were others, but did you consider that its all me over and over and over and over and
>>46225276 i have to leave. When you give james his legs, tlel him to come and see me. Its the cave next to that river with the tulips and the magnolias. I need to see him to tell him he doesnt matter to anyone else.
>>46225339 i not trying to upset you. I just want the people to understand. Listen, i told my friend to go away so i can tell you whats goiing on, it will all make sense i swear.I read what he was writing and i can tell you what he meant. James is a character im writing. I think i have writers block since i cannot seem to find a plot for him to follow, just the setting of an old house. i.e. no legs. Also, there's a movement called "the death of the author", basically saying that the authors intent for a book is irrelevant. It makes my friend very very upset. If hes the author and they think he's dead whats the point of writing? To spread ideas? Thats bullshit and you know it. He talked about my other characters that he cant animate, so to speak. It hurts him to think that he will create them and they will forget him. He wants me to go now. Nice meeting you.
Reminds me of an /r9k/ thread back a couple years back (before it was baww no gf) where the OP post was about schizophrenia and multiple personalities and developed into what you'd normally consider a normal thread with general normal discussion on 4chan. At the end of the thread at around three hundred posts OP said he's out and left.
A couple minutes later almost half the fucking thread was gone, the creepy thing is there's a certain amount of artificiality that's observable so you'd know samedagging is taking place but the posting style, spelling, pronunciation, grammer usage, literally anything that could speak about the personality of the poster was varies but it was all one guy. We literally shat ourselves. It was too creepy. This thread sort of reminds me of that but it's clearly some form of pasta or OP rambling to himself.
What the fuck is going on here? Some kind of troll or something, are we being trolled? Or are there legit insane people trying to have a coherent conversation and failing hard? If the latter, why /tv/? why not go and be completely bonkers somewhere else?
Writer's block, huh. Clot in the thinking. Dam in the story's goddamned flow. Here's the idea: Have James play with the blocks; have James play with the clot in his way, have him play with the clot in your brain.
James is not a marionette because neither YOU nor HE can SEE the STRINGS. And if you can't see them, you can't INTEND (or PRETEND) his movements.
I SPEAK THE CIRCULAR RUINS:
"The ruins of the sanctuary of the god of Fire was destroyed by fire. In a dawn without birds, the wizard saw the concentric fire licking the walls. For a moment, he thought of taking refuge in the water, but then he understood that DEATH was coming to crown his old age and absolve him from his labors. He walked toward the sheets of flame. They did not bite his flesh, they caressed him and flooded him without heat or combustion.
With relief, with humiliation, with terror, he understood that he also was an illusion, that someone else was dreaming him."
>>46225492 I knew youd start being fucking useful when John left. he thinks you cant help him. i told him hes wrong but hes a fucking pussy and wont accept you. i accpe tyou dont let him know you talk to him though. just be extra extra quiet. See how i can help you? You knew i could
>>46225538 oh well if your waiting for an answer i cant fucking tell you you fucking prick. ive been telling you I DONT KNOW WHAT TO MAKE HIS LEGS OF. what walks really well? help me make his legs please help me make his legs
>>46225674 John said he was coming back next Friday. He said he was going to make legs for James and that he would have them by next friday. He's very excited and wants to tell you all about it next friday, he said. I belive him. if he makes it then we'll have a story!
>>46225685 All of us? Possibly. Stay a while and think about it.
Here we are. Decedents of decedents of decedents, our collective umbilical cords, like telephone wires, stretching ALL THE WAY back through history to our one great sweet mother who held in her flesh the flesh of all of us.
Now we are here, our cords, once umbilia and tangible, now made electronic, entangled, and lengthened by the power of CERN and GROWING CONSCIOUSNESS.
In a sense, OP, in gathering us here, acts as a NEW MOTHER. A CENTRAL HUB of connecting cords. He is thus, and thus he is all.
>>46225698 Never a fan of electro i mean have you even SEEN that monstrosity they call electro it does a disservice to a serviceable cartoon villain whose foxy nature is played badly by a different Fox (James AKA Jamie).
>>46225839 They have something of which they are proud. What do they call that which makes them proud? Waifu they call it; it distinguishes them from the pedos. That is why they do not like to hear the word 'pleb' applied to them. Let me then address their pride. Let me speak to them of what is most plebeian: but that is the redditor.
>mfw when im bored at 2 in the morning >mfw when i post weird shit, pretending to have a disorder to keep the thread alive >mfw people are drawn to the thread because its weird as shit >mfw when its now 5:50am and i can go watch the sunrise for the first time this summer because i stayed up shitposting to myself for 3 hours
>>46226415 >Claymation satan (as "fallen angel") mask creature w/ metallic voice on small island floating through space interacting with frightened children who see their own claymation creations destroyed before their eyes, and who eventually come to realize that the infinite blackness of space will crash over onto the earth one day as well, leaving not the last speck of dust behind to mark their history, and Mark Twain, outside of time and wordless, realizes that that dark abyss is not only on its way in the far distant future, it is INSIDE us, in our desire to see ourselves truly alone in the universe, in our desire to see it all come tumbling down tumbling down tumbling down >not cryptic
>>46226429 >mfw recognizing the tired ramblings and reacting to them in kind of the same way >mfw suddenly this thread becomes strangely literary (I mean what the fuck) and I get to bring up some people who deserve bringing up >mfw it turns to bane-posting and "who are you talking to" shit
He didn't step inside. He gripped his mobile phone. Breathe. Dial.
Ring. Ring. Ri
"Hi, baby," she said.
"Hi," he responded, locking the door behind him and wriggling it. The garage is done. He dropped the bag on the counter, not glancing at the window. "How are things there?" He reached into the living room and flicked on that light but did not look inside, then doubled back to the kitchen and headed for the whisky bottle. He took two small gulps, and then a third, then out of the kitchen towards the stairs. Another light, click.
"I'm so tired from being here, you cannot believe words words words words words words." At the top of the stairs he had to make a choice: right had more western windows but would take longer. Last. Go left.
"words words words," his wife said. The phone was in the hand that was turning on the light. The Checklist: windows, closets, cabinets, bed. Windows, closets, cabinets, bed. Bathroom had a shower.
Windows: feel them. locked, locked. He pulled the shades down. "Did you guys have dinner yet?" he inserted.
"No, my mother made words, so we're words words words words"
He opened the closet door. Nothing. It made an unexpectedly noticeable amount of noise as he closed it, and he reflexively looked over his shoulder. Come on, get a grip. No large cabinets in this room. He fell to the floor and looked under the bed. Nothing. He unplugged the phone. He left the light on, and hurried to the next room. Windows, closet, cabinet, bed. Leaving that light on as well, he left the room and went back down the hallway. That room is completely fine. That room is completely fine.
Next bedroom: light first. He scanned the windows. Both were clearly locked. These windows cannot be jimmied. He pulled the shades down. He slid the closet door open, peeked inside. Nothing. He closed it.
"What are you going to eat tonight?" he heard her say. "Words words words words words."
He lingered at the closet. He had just checked this closet, it was fine. But. But he hadn't really checked the back right wall behind the coats. But it was clearly empty. Don't be OCD, or be sure? No room for mistakes. He opened the closet again and moved the coats. Empty. He closed it. Cabinets, bed. All fine.
The bathroom was tricky to get into, but there was still enough daylight to make it inside. He placed his back against the hallway wall and reached behind him into the bathroom and felt for the light switch. Click. He rolled inside and looked at the floor and the walls. The shower curtain was pulled open already. Nothing. He shook the shower curtain to be sure.
"Hey," he interrupted, "I was meaning to ask you. When is the baby's next immunization? What has she had already?"
"She has her 9 month well baby visit next week, and words words words words"
The medicine cabinet mirror was fine, of course it was fine. He tried to push his finger in through the glass, but couldn't. Too much light. He opened the medicine cabinet, listened to his wife say some words, braced himself, and closed it again. The mirror was fine. In some horror film a woman was washing her face in the bathroom, and when she bent down into the sink her reflection in the mirror didn't bend down with her, its stayed there and looked down at her. That was just a movie, but it reflected the deeper truth of it: mirrors were the most dangerous things in the house because they were the one place you could be tricked into looking at IT.
Stop. He stepped out and thought about anything else.
You have ten minutes left.
The last thing was the door to the attic stairs. He reached for the handle.
>>46226807 We, who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun rise!
Basically, this whole thread was a bunch of bullshit this one guy made up, being an insomniac and bored. It got a response and the result is the OP seeing a sunrise for the first time this summer. So. That's something.
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